[Hook}
f*ck-n*gga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that f*cking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
n*ggas running, I need it though
n*ggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
f*ck-n*gga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that f*cking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
n*ggas running, I need it though
n*ggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Leggo, snapback bac,k put V.A. on the map
I'm a young n*gga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my di*k, yeah them chickens giving me neck, n*gga
You ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, f*ck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, bear dog
Spray these n*ggas like aerosol
And f*ck them old n*ggas, Geritol
Hold up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won't even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean n*gga I'm coherant
Steez out with my D out and you wonder
Why your shorty be disappearing
Haha, I brought the snapback back
Last Kings and them Ti$as, yeah they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans
This Geico, caveman
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I'm moving on up, aye man
Stop that, drop a hat in the club
They gon' be like that n*gga on drugs
Get more respect in L.A. than you do
But your welcome for the pub
[Hook}
f*ck-n*gga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that f*cking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
n*ggas running, I need it though
n*ggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
f*ck-n*gga better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that f*cking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
n*ggas running, I need it though
n*ggas running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
[Verse 2: 6ix9ine & Schlosser]
Same gang giving sh*t
Same back of a b*tch
Riding 'round with the stick
Mac's, Tec's, and a clip
Heard he move like a b*tch
Ran off with the sh*t
Nina with me, I'm a pimp
Finger f*ck, she gon' spit
FBI knocking on my door, they want the rocket
They looking for that what? They looking for the rocket
Harlem n*ggas snitching, toting Glocks, ain't never pop it
Schlosser Gang down with the motherf*cking rocket