Trackhawk

(Damn, Soulja, this shit slappin', nigga)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (JAYLAP)
M Block, Striker Boys, all that shit, Walkdown gang
Huh, huh (yeah)

Pull up big E-lade truck, bro, this the platinum one
Gang was finna rob him, I said: Naw, wait until his taxes come
Bitch made me so mad, I'm like: Damn, bro, I can't even pass the blunt
Let a nigga think he pressin' up, when I spin, gon' look like Taz or somethin'
She in my car, then she bad or somethin', Wockhardt, wish that I had me some
I got three whips and big dog shit, I remember Fxce wasn't even havin' nothin'
Hop out the whip with two sticks on me, I bet you thought I ain't have it on me
I put a box on the back of my Gen, now my shit shoot faster

Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way badder
Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all-black Caddy
Yop, let me know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties
Man, your lil bitch a freak, she more green than Saint Patty

Man
How your bitch more green than Saint Patty?
She probably even more green on Saint Patty's Day, that shit crazy (drunk bitch)
Alright
Alright (bitch, yeah)
Alright (huh)
Huh (huh)
When I get in that mode, I'm a whole different nigga, no rap
Lil bitch want the Moon and the stars, when we get in the car, told her look in the ceiling
Gotta pop it lil more 'cause I come from the trenches, yeah
The ARP got like sixty, remind me the cost of my pendant
Give me everything in your pockets, that's what it cost to keep living
Nigga, everything that I be talking, I either saw it or did it
Huh, dog want the song in my notes to play in the car with his niggas
Huh, and she want the songs in my phone to play in the car with her bitches
Fuck it, I sent it, but only to her, when I drive in the Demon, you might see a blur
Dukes said I need to come to the church, it's only right I go Chrome on the shirt
Nigga, it ain't no. 62s, the clip don't come with a curve
I put a box on the back of my Gen, now my shit shoot faster

Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way badder
Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all-black Caddy
Yop, let me know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties
Man, your lil bitch a freak, she more green than Saint Patty