Trackmeet Lyrics

The way she ran from the dick, would've thought she was an athlete

Play with Backend u gonna end up on the backstreet

All my money N*SYNC, Chase it like a trackmeeet

Tunnel vision, I can't see nobody past me

It's the middle of the summer, I'm in Neiman's tryna buy a coat

I need 20,000 beans I'm bout to buy the boat

All that money coming in I'm about to buy a goat

Little bitch feeling on the stick, I grab her by the throat

Why the fuck you hit me phone if you ain't buying though?

Had to run my sack up I got tired of broke

Bitch snort too many lines, she gotta buy a nose

Niggas love to play them roles until the clip unload

And I love to shoot the stick until the clip explode

Try to extort me if you want and get the bitch exposed

They like, "Backend what bag?" I'm in a different mode

3 turnarounds in 1 week I got a different load

3 turnarounds in 1 week bitch I'm getting to it

Beefing in the net insurance, when you ever seen me do it?

When you ever see me run? Brody known to keep a gun

Bust out laughing Nigga talking bout a "1 on 1"

I'm in LA with the MOB blowing bubblegum

I just called in for a pint then bought another one

I treat the white man, Backend, like my mother's son

The Benz insides looks just like a mothership

You say you want what for what? You on some other shit

Soon as I walk in and peep the vibes boy I'm clutching quick

And this money come and go, that's what you gotta know

I got the throat from your bitch and then I gotta go

The way she ran from the dick, would've thought she was an athlete

Play with Backend u gonna end up on the backstreet

All my money N*SYNC, Chase it like a trackmeeet

Tunnel vision, I can't see nobody past me