[Hook}
Fuck-n***a better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
N***as running, I need it though
N***as running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
Fuck-n***a better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
N***as running, I need it though
N***as running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Leggo, snapback bac,k put V.A. on the map
I'm a young n***a, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick, yeah them chickens giving me neck, n***a
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, fuck your city, press eject
Too busy coughing up them hairballs
Fur coat, bear dog
Spray these n***as like aerosol
And fuck them old n***as, Geritol
Hold up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won't even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean n***a I'm coherant
Steez out with my D out and you wonder
Why your shorty be disappearing
Haha, I brought the snapback back
Last Kings and them Ti$as, yeah they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray Bans
This Geico, caveman
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I'm moving on up, aye man
Stop that, drop a hat in the club
They gon' be like that n***a on drugs
Get more respect in L.A. than you do
But your welcome for the pub

[Hook}
Fuck-n***a better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
N***as running, I need it though
N***as running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar
Fuck-n***a better run
Yeah you know we gon' up that
Yeah you know we gon' bust that
We gon' up that fucking pole
Yeah you know we gon' dump that
Yeah you know we gon' duck that
N***as running, I need it though
N***as running, I need it though
I ain't know he was a trackstar
I ain't know he was a trackstar

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine & Schlosser]
Same gang giving shit
Same back of a bitch
Riding 'round with the stick
Mac's, Tec's, and a clip
Heard he move like a bitch
Ran off with the shit
Nina with me, I'm a pimp
Finger fuck, she gon' spit
FBI knocking on my door, they want the rocket
They looking for that what? They looking for the rocket
Harlem n***as snitching, toting Glocks, ain't never pop it
Schlosser Gang down with the motherfucking rocket