Trackhawk lyrics

In the Trackhawk
Bullets stayin' quiet when they hit you
Know the lead soft
Police tried to pull me over had to cut the lights off
The rat he tried to get the statement knew he had the mic on
They tried to get me gone

Doubled up my money now im flexin’ all these checks
Ya bitch she pull up on me cuz you still wear Nike Techs
The stairway up to Heaven is a spiral at it's best
So I mеt up wit the Devil knew his fatass need mе next

Force of evil round my neck
I done had the whole vision cuz I knew that I was blessed
The Devil on my shoulder cuz I know I'm feelin stressed
I pop that puss− puss− pussy in his face and not his chest
And everytime they push up on me knew that they was next
Why the hell you even talking to me go and get a check

VV Diamonds on my wrist
Got me lookin’ like a vet
Triple−Stitched no Vetements
You can call me President
All this money in my pocket knew it left a fucking dent
I feel like Sep yeah I'm so Rich
Running these plays Marshawn Lynch
In the Trackhawk
Bullets stayin' quiet when they hit you
Know the lead soft
Police tried to pull me over had to cut the lights off
The rat he tried to get the statement knew he had the mic on
They tried to get me gone

In the Trackhawk
Bullets stayin' quiet when they hit you
Know the lead soft
Police tried to pull me over had to cut the lights off
The rat he tried to get the statement knew he had the mic on
They tried to get me gone

The stairway up to Heaven is a spiral at it's best
So I met up wit the Devil knew his fatass need me next
Why the hell you even talking to me go and get a check
The Devil on my shoulder cuz I know I'm feelin stressed
I pop that puss− puss− pussy in his face and not his chest
And everytime they push up on me knew that they was−

The stairway up to Heaven is a spiral at it's best
So I met up wit the Devil knew his fatass need me next
Force of evil round my neck
I done had the whole vision cuz I knew that I was blessed
The Devil on my shoulder cuz I know I'm feelin stressed
I pop that puss− puss− pussy in his face and not his chest
And everytime they push up on me knew that they was next
Why the hell you even talking to me go and get a check
VV Diamonds on my wrist
Got me lookin’ like a vet
Triple−Stitched no Vetements
You can call me President
All this money in my pocket knew it left a fucking dent
I feel like Sep yeah I’m so Rich
Running these plays Marshawn Lynch

In the Trackhawk
Bullets stayin' quiet when they hit you
Know the lead soft
Police tried to pull me over had to cut the lights off
The rat he tried to get the statement knew he had the mic on
They tried to get me gone