Babyfxce E - Trackhawk (Lyrics)

Babyfxce E - Trackhawk (Lyrics) Subscribe here: http://bit.ly/rapcitysub Follow us on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 Stream: https://BabyfxceE.lnk.to/Trackhawk ➡️ Join Our Discord: https://discord.com/invite/tcandfriends ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: https://spoti.fi/2Oj93y1 http://www.soundcloud.com/rapcitysounds http://www.facebook.com/rapcitylife http://www.twitter.com/rapcity808 http://www.instagram.com/rapcitylife ➥ Babyfxce E: https://BabyfxceE.lnk.to/Instagram https://BabyfxceE.lnk.to/TikTok https://BabyfxceE.lnk.to/Twitter https://BabyfxceE.lnk.to/Facebook Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ http://bit.ly/rapcitysub 📲 Connect with me: ✗ https://www.facebook.com/ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: [email protected] #BabyfxceE #Trackhawk #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: (Damn, Soulja, this shit slappin', n***a) Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (JAYLAP) M Block, Striker Boys, all that shit, Walkdown Gang Huh, huh (Yeah) [Verse 1] Pull up big E-lade truck, bro, this the platinum one Gang was finna rob him, I said, "Naw, wait until his taxes come" Bitch made me so mad, I'm like, "Damn, bro, I can't even pass the blunt" Let a n***a think he pressin' up, when I spin, gon' look like Taz or somethin' She in my car, then she bad or somethin', Wockhardt, wish that I had me some I got three whips and big dog shit, I remember Fxce wasn't even havin' nothin' Hop out the whip with two sticks on me, I bet you thought I ain't have it on me I put a box on the back of my Gen, now my shit shoot faster [Chorus] Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way better Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all-black Caddy Yop, let me know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than Saint Patty [Interlude] Man How your bitch more green than Saint Patty? She probably even more green on Saint Patty's Day, that shit crazy (Drunk bitch) Alright Alright (Bitch, yeah) Alright (Huh) Huh (Huh) [Verse 2] When I get in that mode, I'm a whole different n***a, no rap Lil' bitch want the moon and the stars, when we get in the car Told her look in the ceiling Gotta pop it lil' more 'cause I come from the trenches, yeah The ARP got like sixty, remind me to cross my pending Give me everything in your pockets, that's what it cost to keep living N***a, everything that I be talking, I even saw her... Huh, dog want the song in my notes to play in the car with his n****s Huh, and she want the songs in my phone to play in the car with her bitches Fuck it, I sent it, but only to her, when I drive in the Demon, you might see a blur Do shit, I need to come to the church It's only right, I put chrome on the shirt N***a, it ain't no .62s, the clip don't come with a curve I put a box on the back of my Gen, now my shit shoot faster [Chorus] Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way better Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all-black Caddy Yop, let me know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than Saint Patty