Daniel G - Track City lyrics

[INTRO] Guys please get bed to early tonight and eat right, drink right Tomorrow is a battle you gotta get ready for it Track city b**h, track track city b**h, track track city b**h [Angel Hook] Track city b**h, track track city b**h, track city b**h, track track city b**h, track city b**h , track track city b**h, lanes lanes spikes and batons b**h, track city b**h, track track city b**h, track city b**h, track track city b**h, track city b**h, track track city b**h, lanes lanes spikes and batons b**h [Angel Verse] Pacifica getting that banner All you other teams y'all don't f**ing matter Gustavo jumping them hurdles Everyone is slow like turtles Chaminade has those a**es C'mon man better get your gla**es Our 4x1 team is f**ing legit When other team see em All they wanna do is quit [Alex M Verse] Yeah, hit her with baton Yeah, no condom on I come in raw, eat fast die young shout out Daw Mrs Bemis be that booty call, beat that p**y up with a gra** fed co*k Nut so fast Personal record, check the clock Sit on your numbers or sit on this face Cut me off and get spike to the face f** it don't jack off two days before the race just incase sh**s finna go on, we finna rape 12 inch baton, no escape [Alex A Verse] Hundred meters got your b**h with me and I'm tryna f** her Running the 4x8 man that's every meet We winning every heat, we about to hit this three peat Been running track all 4 years And this is our year Got an A1 girl with me and you know we team litty Bout to beat up Montgomery's kitty [Gustavo Verse] We running at Pacifica high school Other schools they tryna do Give no f**s we don't follow the rules People see us and they druel They say we look cool and I agree Running cause we free I climb a tree and I'll f** your b**h and I'll put her in a corner I'll get so rich! [Daniel G Verse] All the girls love my stride Running with that triton pride Bros say I got hoes But I ain't f**ing none of those Running all these miles I got hoes in piles Might hit it in the kitchen Still pull out faster than a Gibson Yeah I go hard in the kitchen I'm a magician This sh** f**ing magic Hit and quit, that sh** f**ing tragic [Angel Hook] [Neftali Verse] PHS making headlines Pulling up to a meet in a bus line Before we leave every record gonna be broken, they're all gonna be so heart broken We've been training hard since the beginning, I find there is nothing stopping us from winning With the guys we spend our days at the track always on the watch for the big a** racks Oh yeah hunny hunny You like what you see? b**h no hell no I only date girls with degrees [Erick Verse] Ayo we're mothaf**ing stars Look at the flow of these bars Too much gym make walking too hard Pa** that baton we use meters not yards Yo yo we need records pronto, long add strides like I'm Gonzo f**ing these hoes my longo, jumping really far like Gustavo [Daniel C Verse] Here's my 4x8 Y'all know that we are great No one keeps our pace in the race What a disgrace First we got Gonzalo getting ladies dropping it low All those chicks with an a** one by one he'll smash and pa** Then there's the homie Angel, he is anything but an Angel He gets p**y, he gets turnt And he always makes it squirt Here's the legend Ambreezy, making all the girls look easy It's been heard, it's been said He runs laps with girls in bed [Isaac Verse] Sit down son let tell you how we're gonna make you go woow We be lean not mean our colors are black and green and when we out there we like a well oiled running machine There is nothing we lacking just healthy snacking used to running from guns that always be cracking We spitting these rhymes faster than your PR times this gonna be some nice chimes Man we courageous, our speed is contagious Wonder what they gon name us when we become famous They ask us what we do, well we run fast yes it's true yeah we rap well that too and we gonna pa** you you know I could name a few, even they take out spot light ain't no telling no foresight but we'll put up a fight won't go quietly in the night So you better watch your back when we wynd up in the track cause when we running we ain't wack Our medals in our racks so many we can't fit them in our backpacks how'd you like that [Track Mob Outro] Shout out to my pregnant b**hes Shout out my girl Shout out to the track squad Shout my ex Shout out to the space that just took this place Find me at track city b**h [Angel Hook]