Damedot – Trakhawk

Damedot – Trakhawk Lyrics

Artist: Damedot
Song: Trakhawk

(Ooh, Rell)
(Are you in the mafia?)
(Am I in the what?)
(Whatever you wanna call it; Organized crime)

(I’m in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up, it’s a stereotype)
I’m doin’ two hundred in a Trackhawk
Bro just spilled a whole zip of weed when I stabbed off
We pull up with all sticks like we play for the Blackhawks

Ordered two McDoubles, I told ’em hold the Mac Sauce
‘Cause I’ma put my own fetti in ’em, I don’t leave ’em raw
I don’t want no petty #ss order, I’ma need ’em all
Her t#ts don’t sit up like I like, she gon’ need a bra

Bro just pulled up in a Scat’ askin’ me where it’s at
Say yo’ shooter on that, we’ll turn him to a pack
My b#tch from the ‘Raq on a flat
Quake and rock, twist her Act’, my drink man he on deck

You CashApp’ed her yo last, why the f#ck you send her that?
We know it’s ’bout some pape’ if we ever interact
If I don’t like the ice cubes, you know I send ’em back
She suck it on sight when she see me, I just sit back

My whole outfit cost a kick knack
Four AR clips together like a Kit Kat
I got a baller belly not a six pack
If you ever up on me, I need my lick back

If she ever see me, you won’t get yo’ b#tch back
Took two of mine, we forever gettin’ getback
Watch how you run up, bro’ll throw a n#gg# sh#t back
Yo mans lookin’ broke, n#gg#, fix that

b#tch, who you f#ckin’? What you drive? Where you live at?
I know I can’t see where yo’ waist, but where yo’ wrist at?
He ain’t seen his ho in a minute, where his b#tch at?
I came by myself the barbecue a n#gg# kickback

I don’t need no intro, you hoes know I been that
b#tch how many vendors do you got on yo’ WhatsApp?
I hit the b#tch hard from the back, make her cuss at me
She suck my dick so good, I ain’t even wanna f#ck after

I was so in shock, I forgot to even CashApp her
I told all my n#gg#s ’bout the sh#t and we laughed at her
Cup so muddy
A sixteen of trench, got the sh#t from Lil’ Cuddy

All blues in my pocket but I’m ridin’ with my bloody
Got a text from a bad b#tch, she told me sl#t her
How is I’m a democrat when I’m goin’ to the republic?
I just spent ten bands for nothin’

Bro’ll blow yo’ b#tch #ss in public
Beat the case like Gucci, make you n#gg#s change the subject
Skrrt
I’m doin’ two hundred in a Trackhawk

n#gg#, tell the truth, you ain’t fell back, you fell off
If I sell a thousand of these vezzos, I’m well off
Yeah, but you know me, I’ma need a thousand more
I’m only gon’ be here for a minute then I’m out the door

Walk in the mansion, let her count the pros
I’m doin’ two hundred in a Trackhawk
Bro just spilled a whole zip of weed when I stabbed off
We pull up with all sticks like we play for the Blackhawks

Ordered two McDoubles, I told ’em hold the Mac Sauce
‘Cause I’ma put my own fetti in ’em, I don’t leave ’em raw
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Release Year: 2021