Lyrics:
bitch do
Under no condition, we get critical
Grinch in the wood
Call it Cindy Lu
Runnin' thru the green, now its stuck in my cleats
She get wet to my
shanked
Stick to the green like some green to the cleats
Fuck 6 plus 6 boy fuck the police
She tryna come over I was like kapeesh
I already told you i'ma
Mayweather in the ring
Tom Brady with the cleats
I know you all coming for me
But I'm like Deadpool with the heat
This one for the streets
I'm OG
free
Got it out the mud like a fucking pair of cleats
Bury me a g
Bury me a g
Play no game around here we play for keeps
Every thing I am know I got it
with me
And I stay in the field I might need some new cleats
Uh
904 19 Street bitch that’s me
Niggas only be hard when they stand in 10 deep
If a nigga
whoop his ass
Stomp a nigga out
With my cleats
Like I mashed the gas
Act like a bitch
I'ma leave you in a ditch
This ain't Nintendo
But I whooped his
a peep out of me uh
Hit her on a recliner
She say my trap spot it look like a sweet uh
Runnin shit like I put on some cleats
But these Versace boots on my
but you can't keep a job?
How the fuck I'm spitting all these facts before the beat drop
See I'm an athlete, track meet, lace up your track cleats
When
real far
Leveled up got a new car
Leveled up got a new car
Vroom vroom through the streets
Boom boom in the sheets
And I run it like some cleats
in that gutter
In that dirt? I kept my cleats on
Pull up in a ghost
But I don’t gotta keep the sheet on
Dropping all these bangas
You gon' have to turn
turned that heat on
Running this no cleat on
'Bout to put my street on
Ghost putting that beat on
It's turn up season
There ain't no competing
You just
and the beef
I've been on the run, keep my glock and the cleats
Yeah we hitting licks with a mask and a sheath
I don't even know where my coupe been lately
Now
told that bitch she tripping she needa tie her shoes in fact
I run with the ball in the field you know I got on my cleats
I don't give a fuck how you
sake
Done took some major risks trapping out where my kids stay
I bought sometrack cleats ima run it up the fast way
H13D Baby making this shit look good
in the tweets
Got it out the mud had to fuck up my cleats
Blue hunnits stack that in the crease (Crease)
Walkdown got to flood my wrist (Flood It)
Designer cleats (Design on my cleats)
I got a milf on me (A milf)
She wanna
Fuck with me (Hey)
She want my energy
I'm in the hills and I'm fucking with
17
We still running bands up let me be clear
We still paper chase heavy wearing cleats here
We still counting bands all thru the leap year
we still
it x8
I don't trip, I tie my shoes
sleep in my cleats, ready to move
givin receipts , I paid my dues
every failure is a lesson that way I could never
My niggas left me for real if you ask how I deal tell you off of the pills
Ain't got my cleats on today but I'm still in
The field n you still a get
I made somethin outa nothin I just set up the goals
Like I'm workin on the field, cleats with dirt in the soles
You can hear the fuckin energy
in a week
Knock the dirt up out my cleats
They know who running the streets
Pockets all on obiest
Count the calories the geese
Every night we
the eyes of the devil as I stand on his neck with my feet
With a pair of black cleats
Got spikes underneath
Then I reach right down
And I tell him have
ice
No we will not let them bygones be bye
If I'm balling, we balling, call it Like Mike
Stepping on Necks with these cleats outta spite
You better
don't wear cleats
I stay fresh 2 death
Be dripped in the latest
When u getting money
They start to be anxious
All these bitches wanna be famous
Don't
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