Trackhawk - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Damn, Soulja, this shit slappin', nigga)

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (JAYLAP)

M Block, Striker Boys, all that shit, Walkdown Gang

Huh, huh (Yeah)

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 nigga 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

Yeah, I don't care about the hoеs you with, just know my shit way badder

Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, Hellcat, all-black Caddy

Yop, let mе know if it's beef, we come press shit like patties

Man, your lil' bitch a freak, she more green than Saint Patty

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)

When I get in that mode, I'm a whole different nigga, 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 the cost of my pendant

Give me everything in your pockets, that's what it cost to keep living

Nigga, everything that I be talking, I either saw it or did it

Huh, dog want the song in my notes to play in the car with his niggas

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

Dukes said I need to come to the church, it's only right I go Chrome on the shirt

Nigga, 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

Yeah, I don't care about the hoes you with, just know my shit way badder

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