Trackhawk lyrics
by Nova
[Verse]
Trackhawk fast, I'm mashing in it
You and your friends getting nasty wit' it
Walk in the room, seeing ass and titties
3 second ends, I'm smashing in it
I had to boot up, to turn up on everything, wait 'til they see what I do with the truck
Hop off the plane and I'm high as a b*tch, it's just me and the gang and they walk with as gun
He twisted off percs but, I hope he don't run
Got sights on the side and a light in the front
One hell of a closet, I can't be a bum
This Track' got a line so, I'm lifting it up
Styrofoam cup and it's filled up with mud
She a good lil b*tch, Double C on her butt
Okay, then I f*cked that up
Can't sleep if I don't bring my gun
She pointing it out and I buy what she want
I live what I rap, I ain't talking for fun
S-Class heated up, sitting out front
No SB, I'ma buy her a donk'
Candypaint come in strains, we smoking skunk
I'm on the interstate, the 101
She want my di*k 'cause she heard I'm the one
Can't play wit' these pussies, I'm keeping a brrr
Can't play wit' these pussies, I'm keeping a gun
I ain't even speak and she turning me up
She ain't the heat but, she burning me up
I ain't Thanksgiving, she eating me up
Off this X pill and it's beating me up
Got 20/20 and you ain't seeing me, yeah
The Track' a 2022 and it's up
Put the percocet inside my drink and I'm stuck
Shawty a ten, she not average wit' it
Lied to my gang 'cause I had these b*tches
I'm in this Track' doing madness wit' it
In school, I was f*cking the fastest b*tches
I do what I want with the baddest b*tches
Margiela'd her life, she went past these b*tches
Walk out wit' bags 'cause we having sh*t
If sh*t went left, I wouldn't ask the b*tch
Grabbing the damn fye out the truck
Filling my LV wit' bucks
I'm flying them out for them butts
And I'm grabbing the stick
Thought about entering the draft, they taking me number-one pick
Trackhawk brazy, doing madness
Pass the lil pus*y like Madden
Ricks hitting hard like math
Everything exotic 'bout the b*tch I'm having
I was in the field every day like practice
We was outside when they was inside, having
How he gon' rob me, that sh*t can't happen
I ain't no doc' but, I'm whipping out plastic
pus*y on ten, let the whole gang crack it
Yeah, that pus*y so high, she a dragon
Made a hundred racks off rapping
Whip a million out, cash, she like "How that happen?"
Lift another b*tch up, be like "How that happen?"
Her inside fried but, the outside passion
She got a widebody kit, bet' not get that fractured
She sucking my di*k, shawty do it with a passion, ugh
Off-White Timb's, finna stomp 'em out
Stomp on they ground, what they talking 'bout?
Spinning the bend wit' a hundred rounds
I smashed your lil b*tch, call me honey now
I don't want the M, I want hundreds now
You don't understand, let me dumb it down
Yeah, ugh
I want a 'Rari, I don't need sorry's
I want the zip, you want some Barti's
I want your friends, you want a Mari'
I want a b*tch, huh, huh, huh* off my Carti's
Up 50 pointers, I ain't James Harden
I'm up on that bread and they starving
The car start grilling when it started
The bro in that Lamb, I'm Carter
I'm drifting this b*tch like Garvey
My bankroll is fatter than Kirby
I'm painting it blue on the carpet
She swallow my di*k and she gargling
She ask do I know her, I say hardly