Hawk Em
I'm like chucky tryna play
I'm like a reaper digging graves
Try to run off on my niggas we gone up and hit with drac'
We not gone send him up to god we send him to the wrong gates
These niggas wanna be Losso just like a copy they gone paste
And i don't need no bitch you know the money only thing i chase
I told him "Give me all the bread" Just like we was playing spades
All black Forces on my feet and Gucci belt is on my waist
No I don't fuck with 12 But we gon' Hawk Em' down he getting chased
These niggas know I'm Li Wicked
He wanna play he can get it
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
He try to save him
Boy don't be a hero
I got the dollars I'm getting Deniro
Miney gon' hit that bitch in his face
And have his brains turn into jello
I'm like Michael tryna stab
Know I'm gon' crunch em' like a wrap
I seen a nigga ghost fly out his body like i watched a Snap
But that's one time cant play it back
Just like I'm moving you get packed
You niggas gangster on the net
In real life that's not how you act
We gon' fire fire fire him up
He gon' die die if he play with us
I bet these 223's and ARP's gon' leave him bald
We say fuck his cut
Watch them bullets go straight through his gut
We gon' X him out its not a plus
Say i do better with that Thunder in my hand
They gon' call me Russ
Big ass ARP up in my pants cant keep that motherfucker tucked
Gangster shit
Real banger shit
You know we finna' cause a fuss
Big 3 I got G's
Miney finna' make em' bleed
If he wanna play with YNS then we gon' put him on a Tee'
Big YNS matter fact' you know I'm SOB
Take some notes
I know you heard bout Losso
Don't try testing me
Aye don't try testing me
Aye don't try testing me
I got your bitch all in my phone
That bitch she keep on texting me
Big ass Glock up in my pants gon' eat your brains just like spaghetti
I told that nigga
"We finna' slide, bitch ass nigga you better be ready"
I'm like chucky tryna play
I'm like a reaper digging graves
Try to run off on my niggas we gone up and hit with drac'
Aye These niggas know I'm Li Wicked
He wanna play he can get it
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
Miney gon' hit that bitch in his face
And have his brains turn into jello
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
He try to save him
Boy don't be a hero
I'm like a reaper digging graves
Try to run off on my niggas we gone up and hit with drac'
We not gone send him up to god we send him to the wrong gates
These niggas wanna be Losso just like a copy they gone paste
And i don't need no bitch you know the money only thing i chase
I told him "Give me all the bread" Just like we was playing spades
All black Forces on my feet and Gucci belt is on my waist
No I don't fuck with 12 But we gon' Hawk Em' down he getting chased
These niggas know I'm Li Wicked
He wanna play he can get it
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
He try to save him
Boy don't be a hero
I got the dollars I'm getting Deniro
Miney gon' hit that bitch in his face
And have his brains turn into jello
I'm like Michael tryna stab
Know I'm gon' crunch em' like a wrap
I seen a nigga ghost fly out his body like i watched a Snap
But that's one time cant play it back
Just like I'm moving you get packed
You niggas gangster on the net
In real life that's not how you act
We gon' fire fire fire him up
He gon' die die if he play with us
I bet these 223's and ARP's gon' leave him bald
We say fuck his cut
Watch them bullets go straight through his gut
We gon' X him out its not a plus
Say i do better with that Thunder in my hand
They gon' call me Russ
Big ass ARP up in my pants cant keep that motherfucker tucked
Gangster shit
Real banger shit
You know we finna' cause a fuss
Big 3 I got G's
Miney finna' make em' bleed
If he wanna play with YNS then we gon' put him on a Tee'
Big YNS matter fact' you know I'm SOB
Take some notes
I know you heard bout Losso
Don't try testing me
Aye don't try testing me
Aye don't try testing me
I got your bitch all in my phone
That bitch she keep on texting me
Big ass Glock up in my pants gon' eat your brains just like spaghetti
I told that nigga
"We finna' slide, bitch ass nigga you better be ready"
I'm like chucky tryna play
I'm like a reaper digging graves
Try to run off on my niggas we gone up and hit with drac'
Aye These niggas know I'm Li Wicked
He wanna play he can get it
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
Miney gon' hit that bitch in his face
And have his brains turn into jello
G8a3y Spinning that bitch
Kassco out the side
Attacking straight out of the window
He try to save him
Boy don't be a hero
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