Track & Field (feat. Kali)

Verse 1: Enchanting Me and my Glock one and the same, 'cause we both got extensions Yung Lan on the track, baow, baow And don't you try give me your heart, 'cause I got bad intentions I'm really a good girl at heart, I just make bad decisions And I get way too much money to fuck on an average n**** Yeah Don't bring up my last n**** No Ain't claimin' none of my past n****s I love a go-get-me-a-bag n**** Put me in Hermés, no Hilfiger He broke, hell nah, I can't deal with you No I'm a real big deal, can't chill with you Hell nah You a boss, I'ma run up a mil' with you I love me a be-in-thе-field n**** I know you wanna fuck on me RBP, this shit ain't free This shit ain't free Yeah, a ho this finе 'cause I'm a P Real deal stepper, the biggest B Biggest B He say he love me, whatever that is N****s cappin', pull up clappin' If you see me with your ho, don't know what happened Don't be askin' Chorus: Enchanting & Kali I been runnin' through this bag like it's track and field Only fuckin' with them n****s got them racks for real Racks for real Too much money on a bitch, gotta be strapped for real Baow, baow If he broke, he ain't no option, gotta play the field Bitch, I'm all pressure, lil' body, big stepper Big stepper Gotta talk heavy, you ain't met a bitch better Met a bitch better, no Girl, these n****s, they ain't got it like they said for real Fuck his bag up, run off like it's track and field Kali Verse 2: Kali Yeah, I run off with that bag like, “What you gon' do about it” What you gon' do about it How you fuckin' with that n****, ain't get shit up out him How you ain't get shit up out him They be cappin' like they on that, but ain't really 'bout it Nah Yellow diamonds on my neck like it got piss around it I'm in my bag like the fries at the bottom Yeah Step on your neck with the red at the bottom I'm all in his mouth like I'm finna floss him Put him to sleep, wake up, toss him Ah Tell him what to do, he just want me to boss him Yeah He know not to play, that shit gon' cost him Gon' cost him You know them racks in At the strip club throwin' the backend The backend Your n**** say I'm fine, he just wanna beat my back in He do Lam' truck when I back in Skrrt I been that since back then Yeah Don't claim you knew me from back then Shit ain't the same, bitch, I been stackin' Stackin' I been runnin' through that bag, I done got up while bitches nappin' Ah Chorus: Enchanting I been runnin' through this bag like it's track and field Only fuckin' with them n****s got them racks for real Racks for real Too much money on a bitch, gotta be strapped for real Baow, baow If he broke, he ain't no option, gotta play the field Bitch, I'm all pressure, lil' body, big stepper Big stepper Gotta talk heavy, you ain't met a bitch better Met a bitch better, no Girl, these n****s, they ain't got it like they said for real Fuck his bag up, run off like it's track and field