TRACKHAWK lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, f*ck 'em up, Dior
BBY
SSX Lil' Shannon

[Verse: BBY GOYARD]
Trackhawk and it's ready, uh-huh
Big gas, no teenie blunts, mixed up for the good touch
Beaned up, I'm a Beanie Baby, New Celine, she pristine, baby
I prestiege in a week, baby, hundred rounds of the Troy Aikman
Better watch out, that boy taken, shut up, b*tch, the council spoken
We keep them sticks, you know that we totin', Knocked Up, Seth Rogen
Big muscle gang, you know the slogan, I took a hermit crab from the ocean
I wish that a b*tch or hoe get emotions, slow down, just get in focus
Playa' season, surrounded by locusts
What goes up must come down, yeah, I know that
With an ass like that, why you so afraid to pump it?
In a lab-coat made by Raf, treat these pussies like lab rats
Can you sign my cast? I got hurt, need a Perc' and a hot bath
All these living dead, blue faces gettin' brought back
I just popped a Sleepy Hollow, now I'm askin' "Where my head at?"
And I'm only going up, I don't do setbacks
SSX Lil Shannon, yeah, where the f*ck yo' set at? (Lil Shannon)
Smoking golden goose pack, smoking golden goose pack, ooh
I put 11's on the Gators, Kyle Trask
I got some werewolves in the cut, I got some gargoyles stacked
Flexing on 'em, 101, in a hawk that follows its tracks