Fw the Trackstar

Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds Is the only reason you're holding me tonight? Cause we're scared to be lonely Do we need somebody? Just to feel like we're alright Is the only reason you're holding me tonight? Cause we're scared to be lonely Ayy, when she run, she's like a track star, ayy Roll like a track star, ayy The bitch gon' fly like a crack star, ayy Bitch gon' throw her panties out, it's all black and a pastel, ayy Late night show with the gang, ayy Late night, mission with the gang, ayy We gon' slide on them opps, ayy I got from the back, ayy Drop from the back, ayy Bitch gon' drop from the back, ayy She gon' throw them ass shots All across this damn crib, ayy She gon' throw them ass shots All across that damn section, ayy I'ma see your bitch and set you up, huh, huh I'ma send my bitch to kill you, uh, uh, uh, uh Why we far away from this lame nigga, ayy Why you far away from the pastures, ayy From the pastures and the keep to the side And the drake and the pack on the bank Late at night, smoking weed, smoking packs Smoking op packs and fame packs, ayy Why you trippin' bout that, ayy Why you gangin' bout that, ayy You want me to back it and reach it I'm merely the chop of the bitch And I reckon it's stickin' out Backin' it, reachin I got it, I'm reachin I got it, I'm reachin I got a big ol' straight, ayy Big ol' Drake Gon' hit everybody in the section, ayy Got a big ol' six Got a big ass And I'm gon' diss for people, ayy Ayy She said she wanted to love a track star So I told her, go ahead and fuck a track star, ayy Track star love, ayy Backstar love, ayy Lame nigga, oh my God, ayy Lame nigga in my DMs Sayin' why I fuck his bitch, ayy You know exactly why I fucked your bitch Cause you know that she was lookin' at me, ayy She was lookin' at me with a straight face So she knew that she was gonna be horny, ayy She was lookin' at me with a straight face You know she was tryna get fucky, ayy She wanted to fuck up the spot So I said, hey, let's just go, ayy We gon' make some money Shopping, ayy We gon' got in the bitch, ayy Shopping in the backs of the racks, ayy With a guy got a bitch and a cash star, ayy Cash star, ayy Ayy, pass star, ayy Pass your slay, ayy Pass your shit on that pop, ayy Why get a rat Why he hatin' on me, ayy Why these lame niggas hatin' on me I don't understand, ayy They know I'm back in the back They know I'm up They know I'm next, ayy Weans in that bag and a track star, ayy With that bag and a cash star, ayy She said she wanna fuck with the gang So I said, she can fuck with the gang She said she was tryna fuck the star But she couldn't fuck the star, ayy Track star, ayy She wanna fuck a track star, ayy Fuckin' a rap star, ayy Rap star, ayy Is it that time of day Rap star, ayy She wanted to fuck with a rap star, ayy I'm a real man, I'm a real man Track star, ayy She wanted to fuck with the star, ayy Holdin' me tonight Cause we're scared to be lonely Do you need somebody Just to feel like we're alright Is the only reason you're Holdin' me tonight Cause we're scared to be lonely Preakess