Trackhawk & Benz Lyrics

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

I need a big body when I'm sliding and I'm swerving

You know we like fast cars we don't do them suburbans

Matte black on the Maybach I'll hide behind the curtains

One hand on the wheel while I sip my drank like bourbon

I've been distanced from my friends cause I'm on a money mission

I wanna cop that maybach that Virgil limited edition

I get her in the backseat she fucking like she not a Christian

After that I take her home I disappear just like magician

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Foreign cars

Foreign broads

Everybody want it all

But everybody not as tall

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S550

SRT

Bentley coupe with GT wing

I need a Roll Royce Cullinan

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Why be the same

Get out the lane

I'll never switch up for the fame

These niggas bitches and they lame

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I'm swaggin out

And cashin out

Designer clothes, designer hoes

That's all nigga worry bout

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's

Fuck a hellcat we want Trackhawk and Benz's