Kali - Track & Field lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah, TBDigital) (Oh my God, Alec) [Verse 1: Enchanting] Me and my Glock one and the same, 'cause we both got extensions (Yung Lan on the track, baow, baow) And don't you try give me your heart, 'cause I got bad intentions I'm really a good girl at heart, I just make bad decisions And I get way too much money to fu*k on an average ni**a (Yeah) Don't bring up my last ni**a (No) Ain't claimin' none of my past ni**as I love a go-get-me-a-bag ni**a Put me in Hermés, no Hilfiger He broke, hell nah, I can't deal with you (No) I'm a real big deal, can't chill with you (Hell nah) You a boss, I'ma run up a mil' with you I love me a be-in-thе-field ni**a I know you wanna fu*k on me RBP, this sh*t ain't free (This sh*t ain't free) Yeah, a ho this finе 'cause I'm a P Real deal stepper, the biggest B (Biggest B) He say he love me, whatever that is ni**as cappin', pull up clappin' If you see me with your ho, don't know what happened Don't be askin' [Chorus: Enchanting & Kali] I been runnin' through this bag like it's track and field Only fu*kin' with them ni**as got them racks for real (Racks for real) Too much money on a b*tch, gotta be strapped for real (Baow, baow) If he broke, he ain't no option, gotta play the field b*tch, I'm all pressure, lil' body, big stepper (Big stepper) Gotta talk heavy, you ain't met a b*tch better (Met a b*tch better, no) Girl, these ni**as, they ain't got it like they said for real fu*k his bag up, run off like it's track and field (Kali) [Verse 2: Kali] Yeah, I run off with that bag like, "What you gon' do about it" (What you gon' do about it?) How you fu*kin' with that ni**a, ain't get sh*t up out him? (How you ain't get sh*t up out him?) They be cappin' like they on that, but ain't really 'bout it (Nah) Yellow diamonds on my neck like it got piss around it I'm in my bag like the fries at the bottom (Yeah) Step on your neck with the red at the bottom I'm all in his mouth like I'm finna floss him Put him to sleep, wake up, toss him (Ah) Tell him what to do, he just want me to boss him (Yeah) He know not to play, that sh*t gon' cost him (Gon' cost him) You know them racks in At the strip club throwin' the backend (The backend) Your ni**a say I'm fine, he just wanna beat my back in (He do) Lam' truck when I back in (Skrrt) I been that since back then (Yeah) Don't claim you knew me from back then sh*t ain't the same, b*tch, I been stackin' (Stackin') I been runnin' through that bag, I done got up while b*tches nappin' (Ah) [Chorus: Enchanting] I been runnin' through this bag like it's track and field Only fu*kin' with them ni**as got them racks for real (Racks for real) Too much money on a b*tch, gotta be strapped for real (Baow, baow) If he broke, he ain't no option, gotta play the field b*tch, I'm all pressure, lil' body, big stepper (Big stepper) Gotta talk heavy, you ain't met a b*tch better (Met a b*tch better, no) Girl, these ni**as, they ain't got it like they said for real fu*k his bag up, run off like it's track and field