Trackhawk

Lyrics: Efrem Jamar Blackwell/Ilya Sergachev/Jordan Lapping Music: Efrem Jamar Blackwell/Ilya Sergachev/Jordan Lapping Producer: Jaylap/Souljazuhraa Damn, Soulja, this shit slappin', **** Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Mmm, mmm, mmm, MBlock Striker Boyz All that shit boy gang, huh, huh, yeah The lil' big E-laid truck, bro, this the platinum one Gang was finna rob me, I said, "Nah, wait until his taxes come" Bitch made me so mad, I'm like, "Damn, bro, I can't even pass the blunt" Let anything keep pressin' up, when I spin, gonna look like Taz or somethin' She in my car, then she bad or somethin', Wakar wish that I had me somethin' I got three whips and big dog shit, Iron Mask face wasn't even havin' nothin' Hop out the whip with two sticks on me, I bet you thought I even had it on me I put a box on the back of my Gen, now my shit shoot faster Yeah, I don't care about the hos you with, just know my shit way better Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all black Caddy Yeah, let me know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than St. Patty Man, how your bitch more green than St. Patty? She probably even more green on St. Patty's Day, this shit crazy Drunk bitch, a'ight, a'ight, bitch, a'ight, haha When I get in that mode, I'm a whole different ****, no rap Lil' bitch want the moon and the stars, when we get in the car, told her, "Look in the ceiling" Gotta pop it a lil' more 'cause I come from the trenches, yeah The ARP got like 60, remind me to cross off my pending Give me everything in your pockets, that's what it cost to keep livin' ****, everything that I be talkin', I either saw it or did it Huh, dawg want the song on my notes to play in the car with his **** Huh, she want the songs on my phone, to play in the car with her bitches **** it, I sent it, but only to her, when I drive in the Demon, you might see a blur Dude said I need to come to the church It's only right, I put chrome on the shirt ****, it ain't no 6.2 if the clip don't come with a curve I put a box on the back of my Gen, now my shit shoot faster Yeah, I don't care about the hos you with, just know my shit way better Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all black Caddy Yeah, let me know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than St. Patty Mastering Engineer: Kevin “No Credit” Spencer Vocals: BabyFxce E