Track Meet

Bitch, I be ballin' like an athlete

Make a **** run like he in a track meet

I'ma make sure the whole squad eat

Fifty bands stacked up in the back seat

Connect with you bitch like Wifi

And finesse her brick, now they callin' me a bad guy

Cook your **** up like French fries

I don't take drugs, but I'm still high

I'll kill a **** with a fucking spoon

Fuck skippin' states, I'm going to the moon

Goofy **** using too much autotune

Take your mama out on a honeymoon

Spent thirty bands on my wrist

You spent thirty dollars on your bitch

And I can't fuck with a snitch

'Cause these **** hate 'cause I'm rich

Drinking lean out a sippy cup

Call the squad up, told them pick me up

Cut the **** off and then run it up

Your wrist look like Mississippi mud

Like Playboi Carti, hide it in my sock

I'ma a Milly Rock when I'm on the block

Knock, knock, who's there?

I told that **** I just wanna talk

Once he open up that door

I push that pussy **** to the floor

Then stole everything out the drawer

The police waitin' outside

They said, "Lil Devo, say goodbye"

I said, "Fuck 12, fuck your whole squad"

And then shot that **** in his thigh

Traumatic new video release of a robbery in Houston

Smashing their way inside

Rushing out with their arms full of high-powered weapons

Bitch, I be ballin' like an athlete

Make a **** run like he in a track meet

I'ma make sure the whole squad eat

Fifty bands stacked up in the backseat

Connect with your bitch like Wifi

And finesse her brick, now they callin' me a bad guy

Cook your **** up like French fries

I don't take drugs, but I'm still high

I'll kill a **** with a fucking spoon

Damn ****, Jesus Christ