Ina Track Lyrics

Uh, pull off in a track

Can't ride nowhere without my pole

Glock 19 on my lap

Finna knock that nigga off the map

Bullets flyin' at that nigga cap

Lil' buddy don't got no drip

Carhartt pants and a hoodie from Gap

Uh, speak on the gang, and bitch it's a rap

Nigga dead in a second

He ain't even hear that Glock clap

Switchy shootin' faster than a snap

5.56, made him take a nap

Bullets flyin' through that nigga back

Start with a Curry

Shoot the clip till that bitch a Jason Tatum

I can hit your ass with a 30 or a 100 clip

That's your ultimatum

Niggas wanna steal my flow verbatim

Dick ridin' niggas, yeah I hate them

Shawty got the crazy neck

Flight to Boston, niggas ain't up in Salem That's some shit you don't know about

Shawty said it's dinner time

So she whippin' out my dick

And put it in her mouth

Shawty on timing, know she from the south

That ain't my bitch

So I'm only fuckin' shawty on the couch

That ain't my bitch

So she probably fuckin' me for the clout

Huh, Like we cannot go on a date

Not touchin' my pape

Yeah, but we can hit the crib

And make a motherfuckin' tape

Tryna fuck on her

I'm rippin' off her Bape… drawls

DND my phone, ain't gettin' no calls

Givin' lil' shawty dick all night long

Uh, pull off in a track

Can't ride nowhere without my pole

Glock 19 on my lap

Finna knock that nigga off the map

Bullets flyin' at that nigga cap

Lil' buddy don't got no drip

Carhartt pants and a hoodie from Gap