Lady XO: Track Mode

He tryna get some promo
I'm the type to do em' dirty dolo
Next to me, he think he getting kudos
I'm in crocs this bitch on track mode
Walk it down, you better solo
Ops be tryna marco polo
Friendly letting bitches too close
I don't wanna take a photo
Been that bitch since '97
Got a temper I'm aggressive
I can't help it I'm obsessive, baby
This ain't what you want
Got a trick for any bitch
No it ain't shit to get you gone
You a grown ass man asking me to put you on
Money long but if they ask
I'm just gon tell em that I'm broke
Not you never breaking bread but trynna get some of my loaf
I'm not passing out my blunt
It's pеrsonal the way I smoke
I ain't nevеr cry about it load the bags and hit the road

Rarely seen, I'm always noticed
I get bands, baby I'm boring
6 a.m. up in the morning
What they want I need like, 40
If you playing then I'm tenfold
Remy bundles match the brembos
All them drugs fucked up his mental
Bum ass bitch don't think you special
Yeah
In that kizzy they can't catch up man I'm bout to gas this bitch up
I can't let em breathe a lil bit gap him he got hiccups

Got exotics for the low
Come and get em before they go
If it's beef, just know I know bitch, I already got the location
Rather hustle, they take vacations
I can't fuck with him if he basic
Say he love me but I'm too crazy

Why they think it's sweet when it's on sight ain't never backing down
Bowls go state-to-state I got a discount smoking by the pound
Talkin' all that tough shit when they see me, they don't make a sound
Hit em' with extendos hundred rounds; you know it's very loud
Pockets prime been wine and dining I be on my boujee tip
Let em' think they slick on what I love I'm coming off the hip
You pay to play the game I paved my way I think I got em' sick
Homie trigger finger itchin' and he ain't lettin' nothin' slip
I just want some money I don't really wanna kick it wit em'
He mad I ain't tryna fuck with him I wasn't tripping on it
Ain't doing enough I really hustle I'm just bein' honest
Back to backin' woods can't even see me whippin'; it's too cloudy