trackhawk musik(Bonus)

V-V-Vlad, take em out V-V-V-V-Vlad She smell smoke from the wheel Posted outside, she knew I was comin I am not passin' the bill They gave me offers too quick, I ain't knew I was runnin You will not be in the wheel If you ain't postin' the music, you findin' this somethin I am not chasin' the kill If you don't start with it, act like a loser or somethin I call up Jimmy, pop in the wheeler, we callin' these niggas too silly Back in the band, now the nigga would tell you I done heard she turnt 10k for the minute I'm turnt, I ain't lyin', I popped the perc for the set, won't see me cryin Can't see, she ask flyin', we take money from haters, these niggas be lyin Freeway, we ride, you get a 8 for the 10 if you just hit Brian He stay, I'm tryin', if I can't make it to 2, then I won't stay silent She used to me Vivo, ain't playin' with niggas, start playin' with D-Bro I switch on the Glico, don't pull up at 2, I just do to the peepo 15 with a free throw, we cousins or somethin', I put butt up in Hino Put Jasmine on Evil, the high band wide as G, ride for the B-Ro I'll kindly be quick, a championship, we gon' bust shit till you quit You gotta be sick, we give you ice, you ain't got to spit on my dick I done got break in the coupe, heard she was late, I ain't playin' but I break in the room I'ma hit Dave for the broom, Tyro just said it's okay for a video shoot This one gon' play on the loop, ain't no more braces, just let me go get on your zoom Bitch, this is out of you niggas been hittin' the booth They ain't no killers, they bitch, he don't got grip on the stick I'ma stay out the mix, I done got Zay on the hit I know a hitter in Iowa, put down the mitt, I'll get to sell you a whip Multiple sellies, don't tell me you ain't get my shit I'ma just Velcro the kicks, we set the tone with the cops without burgers and shit Poe, let's talk about Kobe, don't got a answer but he got a joke They feel the pressure when he on the flow, you actin' crazy, he call you a hoe He is a mess and they give you a soul, he is a crazy, he cut off his bows That one is K-Pop, still killin' for sure, I know this city, you bitches ain't low It's on the top and I leave it alone, like holographic, I come through the phone I'ma be traffic, don't think I'm alone, tell my lil' wife it's okay to come home I'm the one keyboard, just puttin' in songs, I shoot the left, I'ma still write my wrongs I'm out of breath that we don't get along P-P-Please no P-P-Please no