[Lyric] Tracksuits (SwaggedOutMoney)

[Hook]
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits

[Verse 1: DJ Felicetti]
Yo nice tracksuit I bet you run track
Nah kid like Randy Barnes I got a strong back
I'm saying I throw down shotput is the game
Classic shotty, but nah son that's lame
We be new school chucking iron in our track suitie
Then go home and ball watching mad Rootie Kazootie
I just be on my couch getting mad buff like
Roseanne on my Tivo, no thanks Nancy Updike
My purple jacket on
On a side three stripes run down
These haters blown
All the smoke out their ears, yeah it didn't rhyme I'm being creative you lil' rips
But back to my tale
Of growing up with the wheat things stale
Even peach marmalade couldn't fix those
Those messes that these tracksuits chose
[Hook]
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits

[Verse 2: Big Lou]
Stripes all on my sleeves
Sweat wicking of me
I love the comfortability
I don’t think I look silllilily
I can go jogging and not chafe
I can go to the gym and lift weights
I love synthetic fabrics
Word to your mother I’m a fudging maverick
I love exercise
Playing ball with the cool guys
Like Jeremy Lin I can do anything
I think I could dunk on an eight foot rim (maybe)
I could boogie down to a hot synth
Just put some cardboard down near a monument
Eat some ice cream that tastes like chocolate
Drink a Crystal Pepsi and think nothing of it
I’m a winner

[Hook]
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
[Verse 3: Big Lou]
At first I was like Orlando Bloom circa 2002
Son wouldn’t get caught dead in a tracksuit
But then I realized that the suit’s the way to go
And now my suit game crazy like I’m snorting blow
Got the stripes like a motherfucker real talk
Walk like a boss yeah I own the block
Escalades and Hummers cause why not?
My tracksuits cotton shit stays cool even when it’s hot
And my tracksuit says I’m at the spot
Yeah that Gatorade just hits the spot
Yeah that bossy chain with the suit gets all the girls you’d classify as hot
That tracksuit color scheme real hot yeah that shit really pop
FUBU, Fila we some fucking winners
Ain’t nobody fucking with my fucking dinners
And now you know what it is like Das Racist
And still working hard like I don’t know where my plate is

[Hook]
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits
Errybody wearing them tracksuits