Trackhawk, man I'm ridin' around
Silencer on mp5, ain't gon' make a sound
Yea movin' with the boys, we movin' like some hounds
Yea smokin' cali bud
They know Ima sauce it up
Sauce it up
Do too much
Your bitch told me that she really like me
Kash up like I'm Dami
Pussy boy keeps talkin' crazy
Shut the fuck up, you ain't with me
Ima spin yo block, like a fuckin' frisbee
Fuck a stick, I chop that bitch
Gat with the extendo clip
Got no designer on my drip, ha
I'm with kura finna hit that lick
Never chase a bitch
Came from bottom, flex my shit, graaa
Finna get high, then I lay off in this bitch
Listen what I told you
Spend lotta money on shoes
Got hella trust issues, no bitch I don't fuck wit you
Yeah I'm just movin' too fast
Cuz I'm flashy bastard
Yea my racks tall, like a fuckin' tall tall
Honestly
Nobody get high as me
Movin' like a pack, ain't nobody stoppin' me
They know my name, they know Ima prodigy
Gat on my lap, don't tryna testin' me
Toolie on me, I can't never lack
I hang with the gang, take you off the map
Movin' around in tha trap ho
