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We gon' be ok
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Track hawk, the way i whip this bitch look like a scammer
Trap dawg, i get to the bricks i don't sell fetta
Woke up cold outside you know i'm fucking with this weather
I just drop a ten then up a ten my sleep got better

Yeah, uh, uh
You should know if we twinning with Barretas
I got sum to lose, yeah that pussy and my sweater
I just bought new kicks they cost me half my high speed catch up
Pussy boy wan' talk bout me but he can't even catch up

Yeah, i'd be fucked if i really couldn't can't be done
They call me Tommy when i'm ripping shit no Tommy gun
First off winning from the shade i'm pushing up what's up

I've been a runner with the cane like eighty two
My friend name roger got precision with the clues
Pop out Friday put a milly on a tune
Uh, hit like thunder when we merging up in two

My fingers fidget when the timing is immune
I took a shot at least i learned what i could do
Bands all she wanna
I just got the beat said i'm crazy for the summer
Lazy losing faith get the fuck up out your slumber

I can't stop no matter causing my infliction
Moving with the brass i got to do what i in-vision
Don't you do by them cause what you say is so evicting
I ain't need no chair no restitution for the sickness

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Woah, woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah woah woah
Yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah
Track hawk, the way i whip this bitch look like a scammer
Trap dawg, i get to the bricks i don't sell fetta
Woke up cold outside you know i'm fucking with this weather
I just drop a ten then up a ten my sleep got better
Yeah