Hellcats & Trackhawks Freestyle

Aye we really riding in track hawks
Call 63 get them bags off

Niggas think shit sweet cuz we
Flash money blow yo ass off

We stretched em like a toe touch
Police grab me ion know much

Between me nd my niggas for them bodies they want both us
We be smoking dead ops
He steaming cuz the led hot
Call my boy from flint and get some stones that make that ya bedrock
Locked em like a dread lock
Left a nigga shell shocked
Offers on the table money on his head he dead stock
Locked my brother up i miss his face gone for over kill
I been on some different shìt now tryna touch over a mil
They say money can't buy happiness im stacking every bill
Dont ask me why i buy materialistic shit that's how i live
Cashing out at store fronts
Lil nigga that is no runts
We met at Neiman's took her to the room and made the hoe grunt
The worst decision i ever made she stalked me for a whole month
The bitch was hard to shake and lose i had to pull a whole stunt
Rocking black Purple jeans Paid for em with the blue faces
Fenna VVS my mouth remember had to do braces
Remember had to rock the same forces just got new laces
Catch me wit a bitch taking vacations once was dodging cases
Sweating like Jerry curl sPinning like a Ferris wheel
Norstrum in my cuP im fenna fall this like my 3rd seal
Ruski hot cant calm down
I still won't Put my gun down
Reach for my chain shoot through the crowd (Bocka) thats that gun sound
I be done spit in one you niggas face cuz here ian from round
I move at my own pace niggas wanna race now how do that sound
Jumped inside the hellcat wit the red key watch me dog this bitch
Came in the game for everything they owe me i need all this shit
I give these niggas hope they taking notes that's why they follow me
My phone ain't rung one time about no dollars why they calling me



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Writer(s): Elijah Walston
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