Trakhawk

(Ooh, Rell, Are you in the mafia?) (Am I in the what?) (Whatever you wanna call it Organized crime) (I'm in the waste management business Everybody Immediately assumes you're mobbed up It's a stereotype) I'm doin' two hundred in a Trackhawk Bro just spilled a whole zip of Weed when I stabbed off We pull up with all sticks like We play for the Blackhawks Ordered two McDoubles I told 'em hold the Mac Sauce Cause I'ma put my own fetti in 'em I don't leave 'em raw I don't want no petty ass order I'ma need 'em all Her tit's don't sit up like I like She gon' need a bra Bro just pulled up in a Scat' Askin' me where it's at Say yo' shooter on that We'll turn him to a pack My bitch from the 'Raq on a flat Quake and rock, twist her Act' My drink man he on deck You CashApp'ed her yo last Why the f******u send her that? We know it's 'bout some pape' If we ever interact If I don't like the ice cubes You know I send 'em back She suck it on sight when she see me I just sit back My whole outfit cost a kick knack Four AR clips together like a Kit Kat I got a baller belly not a six pack If you ever up on me, I need my lick back If she ever see me You won't get yo' bitch back Took two of mine, we forever gettin' getback Watch how you run up Bro'll throw a nigga shit back Yo mans lookin' broke, nigga, fix that Bitch, who you fuckin'? What you Drive? Where you live at? I know I can't see where yo' waist But where yo' wrist at? He ain't seen his ho in a minute Where his bitch at? I came by myself the Barbecue a nigga kickback I don't need no intro You hoes know I been that I see you got the Dweller, DameDot Where you get that? Bitch how many vendors do you Got on yo' WhatsApp? I hit the bitch hard from the back Make her cuss at me She suck my dick so good I ain't even wanna fuck after I was so in shock I forgot to even CashApp her I told all my niggas 'bout the Shit and we laughed at her cup so muddy A sixteen of trench Got the shit from Lil' Cuddy All blues in my pocket but I'm ridin' with my bloody Got a text from a bad bitch She told me slut her How is I'm a democrat when I'm goin' to the republic? I just spent ten bands for nothin' Bro'll blow yo' bitch ass in public Beat the case like Gucci Make you niggas change the subject skrrt I'm doin' two hundred in a Trackhawk Nigga, tell the truth, you ain't fell back You fell off If I sell a thousand of these vezzos I'm well off yeah, but you know me I'ma need a thousand more I'm only gon' be here for a Minute then I'm out the door Walk in the mansion, let her count the pros I'm doin' two hundred in a Trackhawk Bro just spilled a whole zip of Weed when I stabbed off We pull up with all sticks like We play for the Blackhawks Ordered two McDoubles I told 'em hold the Mac Sauce 'Cause I'ma put my own fetti in 'em I don't leave 'em raw --- Trakhawk - DameDot