Trackhawk

Real nigga back in style
We neva went out but we been trendin lately
Stuck in the house still movin daily
Niggas be slick cant let them play me
Fuck nigga hate me shit dont pay me
My shit on say cheese now she want be my bitch

Im in sport mode like diego im on go
My bitch fuego she want clothes
In yo state like i want pros
Get no sleep pop some no dose
For slick b pop i eight doors
Gotta put ice across my nose
Gotta get doc put on my wall
Right next to layla and all i lost

Self quarantine put me in my thoughts
What would you choose if you knew what it cost
Would you still listen if it wasnt me talkin
Things be strange shit feel like hawkins
Line shit up talk racks wit the bosses
Hand me the charts let me check my losses
After each one i came back saucy
Lil bitch messy thats where u lost me
Keep shit a bean youll be fine
Cant get a pass lil bitch
Thats why you just cut off left behind
Fuck in a mansion not the loft you bet not leave shit behind
Got purple lens all on my eye you cannot see if i lie (On ging)
Fuck nigga bet not try (Nothin)
Pole hangin on my waist line (Dumpin)
Pole hit him like eight times (He crumpin)
Fuck nigga thought aint goin (For nun)
He just talk tough (He stuntin)
Lil niggas out here (They munchin)
Yeah my lift free (He punched it)
Yeah i got new piece (Its crunchin)

Im in sportmode like diego im on go
My bitch fuegoo
Try take my life get halo'd
Aint what i want just the way it go
You got a spot then pay it foward
Dont hold it in jus say it bro
Got clout out here you hate it though

Im in sportmode like diego im on go
My bitch fuego she want clothes
In yo state like i want pros
Get no sleep pop some no dose
For slick b pop i eight doors
Gotta put ice across my nose
Gotta get doc put on my wall
Right next to layla and all i lost



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Harrison
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