[INTRO]
Guys please get bed to early tonight and eat right, drink right
Tomorrow is a battle you gotta get ready for it
Track city bitch, track track city bitch, track track city bitch

[Angel Hook]
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[Angel Verse]
Pacifica getting that banner
All you other teams y'all don't fucking matter
Gustavo jumping them hurdles
Everyone is slow like turtles
Chaminade has those asses
C'mon man better get your glasses
Our 4x1 team is fucking legit
When other team see em
All they wanna do is quit

[Alex M Verse]
Yeah, hit her with baton
Yeah, no condom on
I come in raw, eat fast die young shout out Daw
Mrs Bemis be that booty call, beat that pussy up with a grass fed cock
Nut so fast
Personal record, check the clock
Sit on your numbers or sit on this face
Cut me off and get spike to the face
Fuck it don't jack off two days before the race just incase
Shits finna go on, we finna rape
12 inch baton, no escape
[Alex A Verse]
Hundred meters got your bitch with me and I'm tryna fuck her
Running the 4x8 man that's every meet
We winning every heat, we about to hit this three peat
Been running track all 4 years
And this is our year
Got an A1 girl with me and you know we team litty
Bout to beat up Montgomery's kitty

[Gustavo Verse]
We running at Pacifica high school
Other schools they tryna do
Give no fucks we don't follow the rules
People see us and they druel
They say we look cool and I agree
Running cause we free
I climb a tree and I'll fuck your bitch and I'll put her in a corner
I'll get so rich!

[Daniel G Verse]
All the girls love my stride
Running with that triton pride
Bros say I got hoes
But I ain't fucking none of those
Running all these miles
I got hoes in piles
Might hit it in the kitchen
Still pull out faster than a Gibson
Yeah I go hard in the kitchen
I'm a magician
This shit fucking magic
Hit and quit, that shit fucking tragic
[Angel Hook]


[Neftali Verse]
PHS making headlines
Pulling up to a meet in a bus line
Before we leave every record gonna be broken, they're all gonna be so heart broken
We've been training hard since the beginning, I find there is nothing stopping us from winning
With the guys we spend our days at the track always on the watch for the big ass racks
Oh yeah hunny hunny
You like what you see? Bitch no hell no I only date girls with degrees

[Erick Verse]
Ayo we're mothafucking stars
Look at the flow of these bars
Too much gym make walking too hard
Pass that baton we use meters not yards
Yo yo we need records pronto, long add strides like I'm Gonzo
Fucking these hoes my longo, jumping really far like Gustavo

[Daniel C Verse]
Here's my 4x8
Y'all know that we are great
No one keeps our pace in the race
What a disgrace
First we got Gonzalo getting ladies dropping it low
All those chicks with an ass one by one he'll smash and pass
Then there's the homie Angel, he is anything but an Angel
He gets pussy, he gets turnt
And he always makes it squirt
Here's the legend Ambreezy, making all the girls look easy
It's been heard, it's been said
He runs laps with girls in bed
[Isaac Verse]
Sit down son let tell you how we're gonna make you go woow
We be lean not mean our colors are black and green and when we out there we like a well oiled running machine
There is nothing we lacking just healthy snacking used to running from guns that always be cracking
We spitting these rhymes faster than your PR times this gonna be some nice chimes
Man we courageous, our speed is contagious
Wonder what they gon name us when we become famous
They ask us what we do, well we run fast yes it's true yeah we rap well that too and we gonna pass you you know I could name a few, even they take out spot light ain't no telling no foresight but we'll put up a fight won't go quietly in the night
So you better watch your back when we wynd up in the track cause when we running we ain't wack
Our medals in our racks so many we can't fit them in our backpacks how'd you like that

[Track Mob Outro]
Shout out to my pregnant bitches
Shout out my girl
Shout out to the track squad
Shout my ex
Shout out to the space that just took this place
Find me at track city bitch

[Angel Hook]