Tracksuit Lyrics – Smokingskul

What?
All orange tracksuit like a mug
I got a Glock-40 not no sub’
I feel like Whitney in the tub

Wait, blood who that is cuz’?
I’m in that tinted coupe, that’s a must
b#tch, I’m trappin’ till dusk
Now these n#gg#s tryna f#ck with us

You want you a feat, that’s two-fifty
Masked up, he don’t know who hit ’em
That n#gg# dead, he gon’ take his crew with ’em
I put three-five in the aluminum

All white tracksuit like I’m sick in the head
I’m sippin’ on purp’, I’m sick of the red
I’m in the mystery van like Daphne and Fred
They took my lingo, they ain’t give me no cred’
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Smokingskul Lyrics – Tracksuit

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