Lincoln

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)