TrackHawk

How she dumb with good brain Gotta learn what that's 'bout It's a bird, it's a plane Nah, it's a track hawk Drivin' fast, switchin' lanes I'm rollin' like a bowling ball Bitch keep fuckin' up my vibe I told her friend to drop her off The police fuckin' up my high He hit them lights, I'm pullin' off Even at a red light Got green beams all in his car Pullin' up in red track But I keep Crips all in this car Think this bitch a Maybach If you lay back, you see the stars They ain't never been inside no track Don't know about that part Your mechanic can't even touch my whip He don't know about this car I just pulled up with a bird Flyer than a raven Takin' off in spaceships Treat me like an alien SRT the Cherokee I feel like an Indian Told me pull up B-N-B I had to hop out with F-N If I pull up with the Newports Then you know I got my Sig I be feelin' just like Too Short I done caught that hoe a bitch I might kick her out the whip To be honest, I don't like her Told lil' bro to pull up on us And just take off in that Stryker Bitch niggas put money on your head When they don't like you We ducking homicides Somebody said that boy was suicidal How she dumb with good brain Gotta learn what that's 'bout It's a bird, it's a plane Nah, it's a track hawk Drivin' fast, switchin' lanes I'm rollin' like a bowling ball Bitch keep fuckin' up my vibe I told her friend to drop her off The police fuckin' up my high He hit them lights, I'm pullin' off Even at a red light Got green beams all in his car Pullin' up in red track But I keep Crips all in his car Think this bitch a Maybach If you lay back, you see the stars Drivin' fast, switchin' lanes Nigga, this a track hawk A-R-P or A-K Nigga, this a blackout A dumb bitch with good brain I'm tryna learn what that's 'bout The police fuckin' up my high He block me in, I can't pull out Police fuckin' up my vibe Tryna get me out this car You make him chase you on the live They still gon' pull up to your house Nigga playin' with my money Just know he playin' with his health They know Zaye a made nigga I still pull up with no help Coulda pulled up with my twin But I just pulled up 19X Coulda pulled up with my dawgs And popped my shit like DMX When they pull up, they be pussy They pop shit like PMS She think Lil' Romeo so stupid Tryna be my Juliet How she dumb with good brain Gotta learn what that's 'bout It's a bird, it's a plane Nah, it's a track hawk Drivin' fast, switchin' lanes I'm rollin' like a bowling ball Bitch keep fuckin' up my vibe I told her friend to drop her off The police fuckin' up my high He hit them lights, I'm pullin' off Even at a red light Got green beams all in his car Pullin' up in red track But I keep Crips all in his car Think this bitch a Maybach If you lay back, you see the stars