TRACK STAR

Hop up in the whip I'm headed to the stu You already know I'm steady in da booth Got too many mics I don't know which to use Gotta pick and choose (Yuh, uh) Spittin' on the Neumann or the AKG And my vocals so clean better stay 6 feet Who mix my shit same guy that made this beat Yea we getting it done gotta pay dees fees (Woah) Stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks Racks, racks, racks, racks Stacks, stacks, stacks on stacks, yea Racks, racks, racks on racks I be spending it to make it back Yo AkZeNT let's go make a track Although I'm white I still can rap I hit the shit and make it slap, hard Never slack I'm coming with the bars Never finna finish last call me a track star Cuz I'm running laps (laps, laps, laps) And I hit the gas (gas, gas, gas) Never finish last (last, last, last) I be going fast (Zoom) No I don't slow down I been coming for the crown Everybody like my sound I ain't come to mess around now Everybody looking at me like Really you be killing a beat, mmm Bitch I can't be beat You should go and check my feats I racked 60 thousand streams And that's Spotify alone Bitch I Passed Away but I ain't dying In the benz ya I been crying Chillin wit my ride or die and Now I feel like I am flyin Superman that ohh I'm so fly I'm in my zone They say you the man like woah Can't stop me I'm on a roll But they gonna try They see the guy And they hate just cuz they jealous But they don't know why They feel the way That they feel or just can't tell us And they play the song They feel the vibe So I'm just really curious Man why you so damn serious Like you must be a joke or Maybe you just delirious You must not play poker Cuz that face, it ain't mysterious No bitch I see straight through the shit I've had enough, I call your bluff And I speak from experience So don't step up to me like you know me cuz bitch you don't I'm the next up mark my words this white boy finna blow No I ain't talking snow, No I ain't talking coke No I ain't blowing smoke this white boy finna fuckin blow Takin it up all the way to the top Makin the money but is it a job? I never work I just do what I want Get what I want, have it to flaunt Hop on jet and just go where I want Fly me to France, have a croissant Too busy living before I am gone I'm a sevant (gah damn) Stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks Stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks Racks, racks, racks, racks Racks, racks, racks, racks Stacks, stacks, stacks, stacks Racks, racks, racks, racks Stacks, stacks, stacks on stacks Racks, racks, racks on racks