Track Practice Video (MV)

Mula
Laylow Laylow Laylow
Run Laylow Run Laylow
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Y'all trap backwards
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Been running shit track practice
Hopped in the race with pace I'm pro at this
Never come in eighth delays is sole madness
Better have faith them hills is so massive
Gas him up quick gotta find the pathway
Only got enough to fill the tank halfway
Still Got the balls to prosper no castrate
I'm outta this world I wave my Ann Hathaway
Straight out of the Nebula
Been a boss nigga never been a regular nigga
I ain't scared of a nigga
Tool right on me like a girdle my nigga
Pop ya hip like a 110 hurdler nigga
Don't sleep on the motherf*cking turtle my nigga
It beat the hare in the race okay
Yall the type to let the paraplegic compete
When he wins wanna disqualificate
Let a nigga be great
100 Mile an hour no break
All for the love of the cheesecake
Been running shit I ain't gotta lose weight
Don't take the bait inmate you gotta wait
Jump the gun and then your chance is gone
Welcome home this is Babylon
Gypsy horns playing travel songs
I turn batons into microphones
Now run along
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall trap backwards
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall niggas falling apart y'all trap backwards
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall trap backwards
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall niggas falling apart y'all trap backwards
God Damn do the running man
I know my soul worth more than 100 bands
Long jump got footprints in the sand
Read about the runaway that killed the Klux klan
Power to the man that ball and still traveling
Then toss the pride Like a javelin
Cold shoulder to the devil cause an Avalanche
That Creole kid throwing Zatarans
I'm the bomb Sadam Husain bolt
Less than 4 years in the game Imma colt
PEUM fast like flash feel the volts
After the cash ya ass is getting smoked
Just like Felicity
All that friction making electricity
Its shocking ain't it
Funny how they hear me with the pictures I'm painting
Amazing come on who want it
One taze no shot put its stunning
Imma be number 1 when the saints come drumming
I f*ck with noblock and I f*ck with 400
Your gang can't hang feel a pain in they stomach
They say they got to throw up feel they gonna vomit
Me all I'm throwing up is the set
And Imma keep running shit til I'm out of breath
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall trap backwards
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall niggas falling apart y'all trap backwards
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Run Laylow Run Laylow Run
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall trap backwards
Been running shit my nigga this track practice
Yall niggas falling apart y'all trap backwards