Hawk Down

Trying to get my neck iced, trying to get my wrist flicked Every time I drop, bitch, you know that I don't miss shit
And I got pegs up on the Glock, the box riding with a kickstand Quick to change the channel, in two seconds, remote threw ten
I don't do no flexing, I just wanna flex up When I was a kid, used to ask God why you ain't bless us
Look up in my eyes and see a demon, don't try to test, nun Yeah, yeah, don't try to test, nun

If it's smoke, then let me know, I been tryna rock out If I catch him, I'm gone fuck him up, they gone bring Fox out
And the only thing that beat me up is drugs, give me a knockout Yeah, yeah, give me a knockout
Fucking up my lungs, exotic pack, don't do no cheap shit Don't do one-on-ones, you see all us like you teach, bitch
Fat boy jeans, bitch, used to be scheming Put this heat up on him, leave him colder than anemic

Boom bow

The beat just drop, fuck a chorus, y'all don't need one Wasting money on a blick, and getting bitched ain't on a crumb
I leave 12 with that stick, ain't dropping shit, boy, is you dumb?
I be floating on the beat, Aladdin T, I keep a gun
He say he on hot shit, I'm tryna send him to the sun Nah, he ain't chasing, muffuletta, that boy right there, he a bum
They say anything for clout and they do anything for funds How you running, bitch, I'm tryna leave you numb

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, huh hoo

Damn, that boy had feet, we just let him get gone They trying go round, I'm like, fuck that, man, he been home
Then it's right back to the crib, roll some Za, and write a song I get to geeking with my niggas, they like, Terro what you on?
And I can't match that weak shit, cause I'm smoking on this strong I see she wanna go fetch like a dog, she want the bone
I peep enough and keep my distance, they must think I'm dead wrong Chase em, change em, ben 10, turn em to a headstone

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, huh hoo



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Writer(s): Terrence Arnold
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