Tracy McGrady ft. 4eign Esco Lyrics

Keep my VPN on, you can never trace me

Bitch I'm number one like I'm Tracy McGrady

And I got a plug down in Haiti

I'm a 01 baby, give a fuck about the 80's

They like Rami when you finna drop the tape

Money comin' in, I ain't got no safe

They keep callin' my phone like, what you want?

Leave me 'lone, I'm in Vlone

Money comin' in, I know, and I get it to the bone

Cash App me them bands, cuz you know Rami he need it

Pull up to the room and you know a nigga reekin'

And I ain't talkin' bout no hygiene

I ain't like you lil' niggas, I don't need Visine

Buffs on my face and you know they tinted

The whip is in my name, this is not rented

The chop in my hand, it's a lil' midget

Keep runnin' your mouth, we gon' fuckin' stitch it

Two fours in my cup like Kobe, nigga, you don't fuckin' know me

I'm about to cum get off of me, get your bitch she fucked my lil' Brodie

Gleeko to a nigga head, hit him with a brick, like Craig

You niggas hams, no bread, you keep runnin' your fuckin' lips

Aye these buffs on my face and I can't see broke

Niggas said he smacked me up, boy, you got jokes

How you say it's funk, nigga sayin' it's on sight

Brodie got that lil' pole and he ain't here to fight

Fresh cokes, Amiri and some Vlone, that's the drip

Niggas talkin' out his ass, we punch him in his lip

Oh, you tryin' to be my bitch? You better bust a trip

Freaky lil' bitch doin' splits, all up on the dick

Bro sent a beat fuck it, nigga bout to go crazy

This a freestyle, I ain't write shit, I was too lazy

Suckas been hatin' on me, trust me, that shit don't phase me

She could bring a bag and fuck it, might give her a couple babies

You still simpin' bout a bitch, boy, you hella trippin

Time to hit the road, my nigga, I ain't fuck with all that flipping

Touched my first band on my momma, feelin' love with chicken

Buffs on my face boy you know that I been drippin', nigga

Boy, I been drippin', Buffs on my face, boy, you know that I been drippin'

Man, shout out to my brother, had to go crazy for the one time, you hear me

Okay (gang shit)

I just sparked a wood of some cereal milk

You walkin' around with them buffs nigga you gon' get killed

Scammin' all the time, I ain't never gon' stop

You do a lot of talkin' for being at the bus stop

Mike Amiri on my jeans, when I walk, I'm too clean

Money comin' in I need, he want a handout, nigga what you mean

I know that nigga watchin' me, copy me, dress like me, I think he me

Bitch