Track Star - SD, Mr. Knock It Off

I think you better run Forrest

Run Forrest, run

Run Forrest, run

Run Forrest, run

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

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

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