Trackhawk Lyrics

Scatpack Bentley Trackhawk anyone would make the block hot

And I'm known by trappers millionaires and a couple doctors

In New York we use the grabba smoking like a Rasta Rasta

Lobster for the Rasta pasta moving like don datta yatta

Passage underground like Tubman but I'm not slave

I just lead the way paved by greats each and every day

Hustling til my body In that grave On the paper chase stuck in my ways

I dont use Waze cus if a cop come trynna chase I think a race

The way I get the breesh they think my mind a haunted place

I just rather chase Benji not punani

Making money bring me peace I don't wanna be rip

She let me bend her over she was just a little tipsy

Member Mixed the lean and Düsse I was more than tipsy

Pillow talking to get some pussy nigga you a tooth fairy

Pillow talking to get some pussy nigga you a tooth fairy

Stay away from niggas asking you what have you done for me

The city lacking loyalty these Niggas is disloyal feens

Kind of tees we talking we ain't talking givenchy

Bad bitch at my place looking like Ceo of fenty

ScatPack Bentley or the the trackhawk

Anyone would make the block hot

I'm moving I'm moving and I'm known by all the trappers millionaires and a couple doctors

In New York it's the home of grabba smoking like a Rasta Rasta

Lobster for the Rasta pasta moving like don datta yatta

Moving like don datta yatta

He said the scat pack or Bentley or trackhawk

Anyone would make the block hot

Anyone would make the block hot

Anyone would make the block hot

Anyone would make the block hot

SCATPACK BENTLEY TRACKHAWK