Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah (benjicold, why you icy?), let's go, let's go Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin' (yeah) Abraham, me and her lincoln' (yeah) I'm off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (yeah) We finna leave that boy leakin' (yeah) Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (yeah) Bitch, shut it up, why you speakin'? (yeah) Bad ho, yeah, she puerto rican Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (let's go, let's go) I heard these niggas been stealin' my sound I got marrgielaa, I'm knockin' 'em down She is a ho, man, that girl been around You got no money, don't like how that sound All of my brothers, they movin' a pound Your ho, she weighin' like five-hundred pounds K in my hand holds like five-hundred rounds Once you were lost and you've never been found Number (n) ine jeans with the ricky, yeah Bougie-ass ho, man, she picky, yeah Pussy-ass boy, you a kitty, yeah Wock' finna fuck up my kidney, yeah Lean finna fuck up my liver We cut that boy then leave him in a river, yeah You talkin' down, I'm fuckin' on your sister I came up on my own, I ain't need no assistance Nigga said that he put me on, it don't make no sense What the hell is you talkin' 'bout, ya bitch? She finna come to the crib and she eatin' me up, man I just got some top from ya bitch I cannot beef with a nigga that's not in my bracket I've been countin' money, ya dig? That ho told me that I'm toxic I don't like to talk, so lil' ho, it is what it is I'm in her shell like a taco Got paparazzi like, wherever I go They like: You been goin' up, nigga, I know Black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo She told me that I should pay for her lashes We caught that boy, now we smokin' his ashes Been growin' up, I was never a bad kid Run up the racks, yeah, I run up the backends Shoutout santana, this chop' finna blast him Came in a p and I ain't even ask him My niggas come in that shit like elastic Put him in the void, I'ma fuck 'round and pack him Fuck with my shit, might as well run it back then I'm pullin' up and I'm breakin' her back in Ask for my lo, man, I'm like: Who is askin'? In Hollywood and I ain't even actin', oh I'm in her ear like an airpod Leave his top red like he put in some hair dye That nigga hatin', he still finna hear 'bout Bring up a ho that I don't even care 'bout We put the hit on the screen like an airdrop Y'all niggas broke but my niggas, yeah, they're not I shoot the fire, you touch it, you're damn hot I'm cookin' up and I'm not using a pot Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin', uh Trackhawk, that bitch really, yeah, uh Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin', uh Trackhawk, that bitch really, yeah, yeah Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin', uh Trackhawk, that bitch really, let's go, let's go Trackhawk, that bitch really, yeah, yeah Trackhawk, that bitch really, let's go, let's go Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin' (yeah) Abraham, me and her lincoln' (yeah) I'm off the drugs, man, I'm geekin' (yeah) We finna leave that boy leakin' (yeah) Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (yeah) Bitch, shut it up, why you speakin'? (yeah) Bad ho, yeah, she puerto rican Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (yeah)