letra de track hawk - glockboyz teejaee
[intro]
i don’t even remember the first time
you mean the first time i f-ckin’— (bangthatsh-t)
come on, glockboyz, n-gga
[verse 1]
just got done kickin’ it with my pops, that n-gga still trappin’ (swear to god, n-gga)
i done hit the road so much, i don’t even use the static
been playin’ on the ‘net just like a game, so wait ’til them k!llers catch you
i did my last b-tch so bold, she wish she never met me
n-ggas want me in the booth, i’m in the trap mixin’
send you to god, me and my n-ggas do same-day shipping (baow)
f-ck around, we be the last face you saw, we be grave diggin’
taggin’ your b-tch all on your page, you a brave n-gga
i’m just tryna count some money
you the type to pass the ball, i’m the type put it in the bucket
brodie hittin’ d with the f like he flunky
beatin’ on your b-tch, i ain’t even get the chance to f-ck her
they call me glockboy, i’m ridin’ through the city with that chop
lookin’ like i got my ass beat with all these knots
steph curry, another play after a play, this sh-t don’t stop
just keep your business to yourself, you never know we’ll tell the cops, n-gga
[chorus]
when you get money like this, you gotta watch n-ggas
i’m tryna have a m before this rap sh-t even pop, n-gga
my young dog, can’t bring him out the crib, he like to rob n-ggas
you know me, i always keep the stick on me, i’m like a blind n-gga
i need somethin’ fast like a trackhawk
so i can pull over, wait ’til they get out the car, then take off
you need to give your mans a loan, he lookin’ bad, dog
first one out the mall, i spend ten bands and i put half on
[verse 2]
ain’t never trippin’ over no money, i’m gon’ get some
say she been tryna suck my d-ck, but i don’t barely even pick up
brodie let his seat back, i’m finna let my sh-t up
hold up the drac’, that b-tch sneezin’ like it got the f-ckin’ hiccups (baow, baow)
racin’ to some money with some money on me
real dope boy, every sale i made, i had that gun on me
day and night inside the streets, i’m like kid cudi
my outfit is clean as h-ll, but my sprite muddy
lookin’ dark outside, that’s when them k!llers start lurking
my n-ggas started takin’ 30s if perc 10s weren’t i’m workin’
black truck, it’s tinted out, we like the secret service
i’d wish all y’all was dead if i was timmy turner
[chorus]
when you get money like this, you gotta watch n-ggas
i’m tryna have a m before this rap sh-t even pop, n-gga
my young dog, can’t bring him out the crib, he like to rob n-ggas
you know me, i always keep the stick on me, i’m like a blind n-gga
i need somethin’ fast like a trackhawk
so i can pull over, wait ’til they get out the car, then take off (then leave)
you need to give your mans a loan, he lookin’ bad, dog
first one out the mall, i spend ten bands and i put half on (and i put half on)
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