"Tracksuit" lyrics

Run, run, Mommy's got a gun
Run, run, Mommy's got a, got a gun
Run, run, Mommy's got a gun
Run, run, Mommy's got a, got a gun

Oh my God, you better run
They just gave a crazy bitch a handgun
Now I'm dressed to kill, oh, I'm gonna catch you
And when I do, there's blood all on my tracksuit

That is not my Juicy Couture
That is not my Juicy Couture
So I shot them dead in my pink velour

Boys will be boys, and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the Grim Reaper
Boys will be boys, and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the Grim Reaper
Put the barrel to his temple
Pistol-whipped her with the handle

Oh my God, you better run, run
They just gave a crazy bitch a handgun
My best friend, what were you thinking?
Don't mean shit, you said that you were drinking
Two for one, sorry, but I had to
Both hands up, with blood all on my tracksuit

That is not my Juicy Couture
That is not my Juicy Couture
So I shot them dead in my pink velour

Boys will be boys, and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the Grim Reaper
Boys will be boys, and that boy was a cheater
So he turned his girlfriend into the Grim Reaper
Put the barrel to his temple
Pistol-whipped her with the handle

Run, run, Mommy's got a gun
Run, run, Mommy's got a, got a gun
Run, run, Mommy's got a gun
Run, run, Mommy's got a, got a gun