Slump6s - Lincoln lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy? Let's go, let's go) [Chorus] Trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin' (Yeah) Abraham, me and her linkin' (Yeah) I'm on the drank, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah) We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah) Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah) b*tch, 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) [Verse] I heard these ni**as been stealin' my sound I got Margiеla, I'm knockin' 'em down She is a ho, man, that girl been around You got no money, don't likе how that sound All of my brothers, they movin' a pound Your ho, she weighin' like five-hundred pounds K in my hand hold like five-hundred rounds Once you was 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 fu*k up my kidney, yeah Lean finna fu*k up my liver We cut that boy then leave him in a river, yeah You talkin' down, I'm fu*kin' on your sister I came up on my own, I ain't need no assistance ni**a said that he put me on, it don't make no sense, what the hell is you talkin' 'bout, ya b*tch? She finna come to the crib and she eatin' me up, man, I just got some top from ya b*tch I cannot beef with a ni**a 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," ni**a, 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 [?] and I ain't even ask him My ni**as come in that sh*t like a [?] Put him in the void, I'ma fu*k 'round and pack him fu*k with my sh*t, 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 ni**a 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 ni**as broke but my ni**as, 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 [Bridge] Trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin', uh Trackhawk, that b*tch really, yeah, uh Trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin', uh Trackhawk, that b*tch really, yeah, yeah Trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin', uh Trackhawk, that b*tch really, let's go, let's go Trackhawk, that b*tch really, yeah, yeah Trackhawk, that b*tch really, let's go, let's go [Chorus] Trackhawk, that b*tch really speedin' (Yeah) Abraham, me and her linkin' (Yeah) I'm on the drank, man, I'm geekin' (Yeah) We finna leave that boy leakin' (Yeah) Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (Yeah) b*tch, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah) Bad ho, yeah, she Puerto Rican Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (Yeah)