Trackhawk
Trackhawk, trackhawk
Yeah
Two
Ha ha ha
Only big body bitch I need is an all black trackhawk
Sorry I ain't call you back yet
I got lost in the sauce
How he gon say that he know me
Dawgie don't be oblivious
Gotta learn to read the room sometimes
You can't be illiterate
Can't be a hoe and demure lil bitch, It don't work like that
Can't be a trapper and broke as shit, It don't work like that
Can't be a player and liar too, It don't work like that
How you gon talk like you up
When you know it don't work like that
I struggled, I struggled, I struggled
I feel D'Angelo Russel
I hustle, I hustle, I hustle
The money bring double the trouble
I trap better than the trappers homie how you feel about that
Nothing I do is forced I just got the skills like that
Go ahead bitch I'm lit right now
I'm ready to go
Moving like bossman bossman
I gave her D on the low
Told her I'm not a killer Then fucked around killed that hoe
Still that nigga
He tryna steal my flow might fuck around bill that nigga
Ha ha ha, Two
Two sticks on bro like he ski yeah
Don't talk to me if you talk to police homie
Words don't mean shit because talking is cheap homie
I walk inside and the air turn to heat homie
Fuck I look like poppin pills with these hoes
I'm the type to turn a babymomma to a freak homie
Hard to find good girl when you live in the streets homie
Smoking weed the only that get me some sleep homie
Heard they say I'm off beat homie
Still Got your bitch up on it
Pray the lord forgive me early morning
Pray he don't ignore me
Sick as hell but shit I'm still scoring
Something like Michael Jordan
Yeah, ha
Something like Michael Jordan
Heard they say I'm off beat homie
Still Got your bitch up on it
Pray the lord forgive me early morning
Pray he don't ignore me
Sick as hell but shit I'm still scoring
Something like Michael Jordan
Trackhawk, trackhawk
Only big body bitch I need is an all black trackhawk
Sorry I ain't call you back yet
I got lost in the sauce
How he gon say that he know me
Dawgie don't be oblivious
Gotta learn to read the room sometimes
You can't be illiterate
Can't be a hoe and demure lil bitch, It don't work like that
Can't be a trapper and broke as shit, It don't work like that
Can't be a player and liar too, It don't work like that
How you gon talk like you up
When you know It don't work like that
Yeah
Two
Ha ha ha
Only big body bitch I need is an all black trackhawk
Sorry I ain't call you back yet
I got lost in the sauce
How he gon say that he know me
Dawgie don't be oblivious
Gotta learn to read the room sometimes
You can't be illiterate
Can't be a hoe and demure lil bitch, It don't work like that
Can't be a trapper and broke as shit, It don't work like that
Can't be a player and liar too, It don't work like that
How you gon talk like you up
When you know it don't work like that
I struggled, I struggled, I struggled
I feel D'Angelo Russel
I hustle, I hustle, I hustle
The money bring double the trouble
I trap better than the trappers homie how you feel about that
Nothing I do is forced I just got the skills like that
Go ahead bitch I'm lit right now
I'm ready to go
Moving like bossman bossman
I gave her D on the low
Told her I'm not a killer Then fucked around killed that hoe
Still that nigga
He tryna steal my flow might fuck around bill that nigga
Ha ha ha, Two
Two sticks on bro like he ski yeah
Don't talk to me if you talk to police homie
Words don't mean shit because talking is cheap homie
I walk inside and the air turn to heat homie
Fuck I look like poppin pills with these hoes
I'm the type to turn a babymomma to a freak homie
Hard to find good girl when you live in the streets homie
Smoking weed the only that get me some sleep homie
Heard they say I'm off beat homie
Still Got your bitch up on it
Pray the lord forgive me early morning
Pray he don't ignore me
Sick as hell but shit I'm still scoring
Something like Michael Jordan
Yeah, ha
Something like Michael Jordan
Heard they say I'm off beat homie
Still Got your bitch up on it
Pray the lord forgive me early morning
Pray he don't ignore me
Sick as hell but shit I'm still scoring
Something like Michael Jordan
Trackhawk, trackhawk
Only big body bitch I need is an all black trackhawk
Sorry I ain't call you back yet
I got lost in the sauce
How he gon say that he know me
Dawgie don't be oblivious
Gotta learn to read the room sometimes
You can't be illiterate
Can't be a hoe and demure lil bitch, It don't work like that
Can't be a trapper and broke as shit, It don't work like that
Can't be a player and liar too, It don't work like that
How you gon talk like you up
When you know It don't work like that
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Writer(s): Che Miangue
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