Hawk Flow (Remix)
Uh, uh, ayy, hey, ayy, yeah
Im finna takeoff
What? Ayy, watch how I take off lil bitch
Fuck all that other shit, I'm humble, wait for the takeoff
Still ain't ducking a bakeoff
I'm? I'm with my Migo no takeoff
Keeping them sticks up on us like eight-ball
It's me versus me, that's what I named the tape
But I swear it's none to face y'all
I show love to the team like playoffs
And some of them niggas the ones I can't call
Finger move fast like a cluck with the itch
Yeah, don't make me tweak with the blick
I want that same head, my name said I'm rocking brain dead
These niggas my son, but I'm a deadbeat
Wanna see him make a oopsie just like Boosie
Get the fuck up out my man, I don't wanna see nobody
I'm in my glow, where my shine
They know I got that gorilla in me
Spazz like a frenzy on my granddaddy kidney
Better know that I ain't friendly
We on that man, just like 50
It's me and Kirk, boy, it ain't many
You can't say I ain't bout that muffuletta
Used to serve right off a divvy
Straight bust a serve, if they was to tweak
This bitch gone speak like what's the word
I told her I need that sloppy sloppy
Joe not talking dirt
That boy was scared as hell, for his life
You know that shit was merched
We ain't even have no pipe, we hit that cut
Gave him ass just like he Durk
Thought we was on that
If we was, right there would've put the smoke in the air
He was owing just like Rick
I'm a whoo, hit that lil' boy with the flair
They thought I lost my mind
I was fighting, only a couple showed me they care
I'm tryna connect some shit, just like Bluetooth
When it pop up, and show you it's there
They like Terro, slow down on that
Spazzing out, but I can't stop
I'm in the yo, locked in, hit for hit
Tryna make it to the top
That glizzy on my waist, just like a pocket
I'll turn that bitch to hot
I want a headshot, headshotWanna see some brains up on his loc's
My day one's real, niggas flaw
Pop out and show me that you play ball
These niggas cap got beat, rumble through his pants
Tryna make it to a call
These niggas cap seen us, they beat they feet
Tryna make it to they dawg
I'll pop some shit, Jerome Bettis
Yeah, H-D-G gone make him fall
Say it's a hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk
H-D-G, hawk, hawk, that's what I scream
Say it's a hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk
H-D-G, hawk, hawk, that's what I be
Im finna takeoff
What? Ayy, watch how I take off lil bitch
Fuck all that other shit, I'm humble, wait for the takeoff
Still ain't ducking a bakeoff
I'm? I'm with my Migo no takeoff
Keeping them sticks up on us like eight-ball
It's me versus me, that's what I named the tape
But I swear it's none to face y'all
I show love to the team like playoffs
And some of them niggas the ones I can't call
Finger move fast like a cluck with the itch
Yeah, don't make me tweak with the blick
I want that same head, my name said I'm rocking brain dead
These niggas my son, but I'm a deadbeat
Wanna see him make a oopsie just like Boosie
Get the fuck up out my man, I don't wanna see nobody
I'm in my glow, where my shine
They know I got that gorilla in me
Spazz like a frenzy on my granddaddy kidney
Better know that I ain't friendly
We on that man, just like 50
It's me and Kirk, boy, it ain't many
You can't say I ain't bout that muffuletta
Used to serve right off a divvy
Straight bust a serve, if they was to tweak
This bitch gone speak like what's the word
I told her I need that sloppy sloppy
Joe not talking dirt
That boy was scared as hell, for his life
You know that shit was merched
We ain't even have no pipe, we hit that cut
Gave him ass just like he Durk
Thought we was on that
If we was, right there would've put the smoke in the air
He was owing just like Rick
I'm a whoo, hit that lil' boy with the flair
They thought I lost my mind
I was fighting, only a couple showed me they care
I'm tryna connect some shit, just like Bluetooth
When it pop up, and show you it's there
They like Terro, slow down on that
Spazzing out, but I can't stop
I'm in the yo, locked in, hit for hit
Tryna make it to the top
That glizzy on my waist, just like a pocket
I'll turn that bitch to hot
I want a headshot, headshotWanna see some brains up on his loc's
My day one's real, niggas flaw
Pop out and show me that you play ball
These niggas cap got beat, rumble through his pants
Tryna make it to a call
These niggas cap seen us, they beat they feet
Tryna make it to they dawg
I'll pop some shit, Jerome Bettis
Yeah, H-D-G gone make him fall
Say it's a hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk
H-D-G, hawk, hawk, that's what I scream
Say it's a hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk
H-D-G, hawk, hawk, that's what I be
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Arnold
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