text: Tracksuit Love Lyrics
  Huh, Im tellin em
  I still step in any city, in any trackie
  With my brother Aitch, and Unknown T
  K-K-Kenny Allstar
  Cla-cla-clap rounds in my- tra-tra-tra-tra-tracksuit
  Clap rounds in my tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit 
  I clap rounds in my tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit 
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
  Yo, I got love for my trackie and I mean it
  You know I had to strap a verse and slap it on the remix 
  Honestly, you never really see me on the jeans ting
  Fuck it, if I cant wear a trackie then Im leaving 
  Fresh to death, from my head to creps
  You best step, cause your gyalll get extra wet 
  Disrespect, youre tryna test the best
  I whip my tracksuit off, before I sex your ex
  Oi, Kenny, you know Im Shelly on set
  Come through movin like Im Headie, buss a one step
  Ill be honest, pretty lady got me on edge
  Givin sloppy toppy, now the trackie I got ons wet 
  Hella swaggy, this aint nothing too baggy
  Im just comfy on the M1, cruising back to Manny
  Sexy señorita fell in love with a scally
  Im five years younger and she callin me papi
  Clap rounds in my tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit 
  I clap rounds in my tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit 
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
  Ay, Unknown, you ready for this one?
  Yo Kenny, lets sip a likkle Henny
  Cah any time we walk inside the show we keep it shelly
  Call you bitch, she feelin my tekkie
  Tracksuit love, now she grippin on my semi
  Rockin Palm Angel with my Czech Brown
  Fresher than you, thats Chanel on my neck 
  AJ fresh out the bag, so I flex
  Drip, or drown B, girls love the way I dress
  I aint gotta stunt, or flash in bait bling
  More time its a Adidas ting 
  The drops hot, Moncler
  Bottoms dont swing
  And my Hugo Boss, got me feelin like the King
  I remember when I loved Ralph Lauren as a Pitney
  Now Im out, and selling shows in Givenchy 
  You was in a trackie tryna lips G
  I was in a black trackie tryna flip P
  Ay, enough, enough, enough, enough
  Clap rounds in my tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit 
  I clap rounds in my tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit 
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit
  In my tracksuit
  S-s-s in my tracksuit 
  It in my tracksuit
  -spection in my tracksuit 
  Clap rounds in a tracksuit 
  In and out the trap house in my tracksuit 
  Young nigga tryna get it in my tracksuit 
  You can get a home inspection in my tracksuit6Embed