text: Tracksuit Love Lyrics
  Still step in any function
  In any trackie
  Dirtbike LB, Young Adz
  Nastylgia, K-K-K-Kenny Allstar
  C-C-C-Clap rounds... Tracksuit
  D-Block Europe
  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
  Winchester rounds, get your best friend filled
  You gon feel how I feel, if your best friends real
  Bag forty bags of pebs in this trackie 
  Red bull and the baccy, BandoBaby29
  Told my runner If you get caught, you do the time
  Pyrex broke on the stove, I lost my mind
  Came back after Assams, he really high
  Touch one hair on my head, that nigga die
  Too-too-too much, dont do-do-do much
  I put some LVs on her feet, she even sexier
  New-new-new one, four door, no coupe one
  They talk on the net, not in person, aint on my repertoire 
  Yeah, go check the resumé, came up selling hella hard 
  I just made her squirt, good job that we fuckin in the bath
  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
  Fuck the fake love, fuck the fake love
  I can tell the difference between a real and a fake hug
  Two thousand on my trackie
  Keep your mouth clean, please
  Baby girl just watch your make up
  Lean up in my sprite, now thats straight mud
  I was in the trap, two young boys had the blade tucked
  And now were Chanel from the lace up
  Thats why these bitches wanna make love
  I still go Chanel for my drip and Im still in my hood takin risks, yeah
  I just told my jeweller, I need a new cooler, thats forty for my wrist, yeah
  I turn a drill song into a wave song
  She fuck me with my watch, and my chain on
  Yeah
  Gelato in my zoot
  Baby girl, you know I stay gone
  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, in my tracksuit 
  S-s-s in my tracksuit 
  It in my tracksuit
  -spection in my tracksuit 
  I 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 tracksuitEmbed