Track Star

[Intro] I think you better run Forrest Run Forrest, run Run Forrest, run Run Forrest, run [Hook] I think that boys a track star yeah he can run fast Move like the NASCAR don't think he got legs I'm tryna break the backboard might leave 'em braindead I'm running out the back door I know I'm in man Might catch you at the corner store might leave your ass dead Run like flash hope you fly like superman He tryna get away he tryna get up out the jam Girl your man can do the dash yeah let's see how fast he can [Verse 1: SD] First come first I had to roll another blunt Speedy Gonzales had a bad day at lunch Once was a baller now an ordinary chump He made a couple dollar bills now he feeling bossed up Shit went all bad now it's Guns 'R Us Got me trippin' over clouds went from swishers to a dutch Run track star you got a movie coming up It be the couple extra clips that leave yo ass starstruck Come through paid in full watch you got us Slippin'' on the clock don't you be no breakfast I see you tryna run hope he bet not break a leg Oops there it is boy you shoulda bought a fan [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Mr. Knock It Off] Bitches give me head make me fly like superman Bullets big as hell going straight through minivans Niggas on my dick got so many fans Fo 'nem talking 'bout bucks hell yeah I need inns Damn that boy a track star that sucka run fast He must love his body cus his legs hate his ass Steady tryna run its gone only make it bad Aim at his top red beam melting heads Pull up on a nigga watch his ass take flight Fo 'nem head shootin muthafuckers they ? Better stay inside cus I know your ass scared 30 in that pole leave a muthafucker dead [Hook]