I’m in the trackhawk he in that lil’ #ss lamb i told that n**** let’s race
He get to talking real crazy i get to bustin’ yea i get to shooting his face
And i can’t get these hoes up off my line im feeling like andrew tate
b#tch i can’t even feel my face i’m doin’ that dash i ain’t catching no case
I’m in the trackhawk he in that lil’ #ss lamb i told that n**** let’s race
He get to talking real crazy i get to bustin’ yea i get to shooting his face
And i can’t get these hoes up off my line im feeling like andrew tate
All this monеy gon’ need a rake
We don’t ask we confiscatе
Wrist look like a damn lake
Put your #ss up b#tch that’s fake
Srt we make the ground shake
Let that b#tch whine we don’t hit the brakes
Got your b#tch here wanna fornicate
And i don’t really care what you say
Long as i
Long as i stay gettin’ paid
I pop a blue and i just go beserk
And the whole damn gang yea they stay on alert
Just like uzi(lil uzi vert) i just copped a vert
Sipping d”usse like what is the word
Yea this lil’ k make you fly like a bird
Get hit in the head just like kurt (kurt cobaine)
Sippin’ too much i’m slurrin’
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