Rocky LeDale - Trackhawk Lyrics

My life fast, I just need a Trackhawk
Her head hard so you know her ass soft
Deep wave, pull it when I'm deep bae
She got a ass on her, meet her in the peach state
Rich bitch, she be doing rich shit
Hadda get ya baby, you was on my hit list
Fly as hell, shorty put that shit on
Get that money baby, only time that we on
Told shorty, I don't smoke, I don't drink
Barely know ya baby so nah we can't link
Gimme that pussy, imma drag it like a mink
Dripping water like a faucet, had to hit it on the sink
Baby daddy serving life
Her new nigga swipe
Said he ain't her type
He just always pay the price
Stripped for a minute but he she ain't really like it
She ain't coo wit' you bitches, all that hating she invite it
What she do though
Hustle relentless
Get it, she spend it
Shitting on these hoes, don't need no bathroom break
She mind her business
She don't kick it wit' you bitches
The way she pop her shit, you know they gotta hate
Ahead of her class, she finna graduate
Said she like that Ruth Chris, don't got no average taste
Wrist glow, white toes, got a fresh set
If you bought it then it's yours, hair down to her ass
Cut that nigga off, baby gon' dead that
Let me drop some dick off like I work at FedEx
You got that fire in ya pants, that's a hellcat
Swept me off my feet so tell me where we stand at
Where we stand at
My life fast, I just need a Trackhawk
Her head hard so you know her ass soft
Deep wave, pull it when I'm deep bae
She got a ass on her, meet her in the peach state
Rich bitch, she be doing rich shit
Hadda get ya baby, you was on my hit list
Fly as hell, shorty put that shit on
Get that money baby, only time that we on

My life fast, I just need a Trackhawk
Her head hard so you know her ass soft
Deep wave, pull it when I'm deep bae
She got a ass on her, meet her in the peach state
Rich bitch, she be doing rich shit
Hadda get ya baby, you was on my hit list
Fly as hell, shorty put that shit on
Get that money baby, only time that we on
Told shorty, I don't smoke, I don't drink
Barely know ya baby so nah we can't link
Gimme that pussy, imma drag it like a mink
Dripping water like a faucet, had to hit it on the sink
Baby daddy serving life
Her new nigga swipe
Said he ain't her type
He just always pay the price
Stripped for a minute but he she ain't really like it
She ain't coo wit' you bitches, all that hating she invite it
What she do though
Hustle relentless
Get it, she spend it
Shitting on these hoes, don't need no bathroom break
She mind her business
She don't kick it wit' you bitches
The way she pop her shit, you know they gotta hate
Ahead of her class, she finna graduate
Said she like that Ruth Chris, don't got no average taste
Wrist glow, white toes, got a fresh set
If you bought it then it's yours, hair down to her ass
Cut that nigga off, baby gon' dead that
Let me drop some dick off like I work at FedEx
You got that fire in ya pants, that's a hellcat
Swept me off my feet so tell me where we stand at
Where we stand at
My life fast, I just need a Trackhawk
Her head hard so you know her ass soft
Deep wave, pull it when I'm deep bae
She got a ass on her, meet her in the peach state
Rich bitch, she be doing rich shit
Hadda get ya baby, you was on my hit list
Fly as hell, shorty put that shit on
Get that money baby, only time that we on