YDK

[Intro: Lx$TDAWNN]
Aye, alright
Niggas really ain't doin' like-
I don't know what I'm talking ‘bout man
Niggas really ain't doing shit for real
Like, type shit
Yeah, yeah, aye
[Verse 1: Lx$TDAWNN]
Lemme tell you sum, nigga you don't know, uh
I was on the front lines with no pole
I was tryna hustle, had to get up out that gutter
It was hot as fuck, never had no place for the shade
Almost lost my fuckin' memory, that hoe must think I'm trippin'
When you talk, you better not mention or that shit gon' be hectic
Bitch I'm packing, had to keep a Smith & Wesson with them bullets
Yeah, my girl look ten times better than yo bitch, no denying
Nigga talking shit like hе been with it
Shawty posted up, she smoke a blunt and thеn she take it
I got all designer on my body, never rented
I been flowing on these beats like it's a motherfuckin' hobby
Uh, say that you a scammer, but you lying
Broke ass nigga tryna front ‘cause he in public
I don't need a toolie for to go and beat your ass
I'm the type of nigga who gon' talk regardless if they mad
I got one girl, I ain't never looking for no hoes
Yeah, the ex bitch mad ‘cause I'm winning and it shows
I go up with that shit, drop a song, I'm finna blow
Shoutout to my nigga gavin, we been ballin since the four
Bitch I'm fucked up, not gon' lie her booty like the remedy
Got a squad full of pussy niggas who ain't feeling me
Never gon' stop with the shit that I'm doing
I don't care if they ain't with it, I ain't looking for approval, bitch
Walk with my niggas, ballin' with my niggas
Hit her from the back, had her shaking like a trigger
I'm a sober ass nigga that be geeked like every season
We gon' wet a nigga up like the motherfuckin' Navy


[Verse 2: G.frm260]
Aye, trapped out, bitch, I'm slapped in
Baby, if you need some good crap, better tap in
Walk down, walk a nigga down with this FN
And if that one nigga keep tweakin', he get popped
Niggas know I'm never lacking, keep a glocky in my sock
If you playing with the bag or B-A-G, you getting popped
Hollow tips gon' hit your legs like you trippin' on a rock
And if you get to talk to talking crazy, niggas know I'm sending shots (Aye)
I been trapping off the wock
Man, that Sprite was super nice, I couldn't even fuckin' talk
Man, this Glock go super nice with the outfit that I bought
Nickname in the hood, yeah, calling me ‘The Hawk'
“Why they calling you The Hawk?”
‘Cause I'm hawking niggas down
I'll do a nigga bad and make his body touch the ground
Bitch said she was ready, she couldn't even last a round
Yeah, you know what they call me
Mr. Hawk-A-Nigga-Down
[Verse 3: 2switchblades]
Aye, aye, aye
Yo bitch ripstick on my dick stick
She a thick bitch with the big hips, holy shit
You a clit bitch, you a misfit, you a dipshit
Shoot ‘em down with some fuckin hollow tips
Bust in yo bitch's bubble
She wetter than rain in puddle
That gun on me like a buckle
I'm makin her tummy rumble
No Sonic, I got the Knuckle
Yo honey, she got the suckle
She suck on my dicky muscle
I play with her pussy puzzle
Feel like I'm the king of the jungle ‘cause bitches dont want no trouble
I'm countin' my dough on the double, it leakin' all out the duffle
My shootas can make you shuffle, my bullets can make you crumble
We digging down with a shovel to stuff ‘em down in a tunnel
Let's keep it real, for real?
Yeah, what's the deal?
Today I fought a nigga and I showed him what's the deal
I don't fight niggas for real, but this nigga came to kill
I ain't bragging what I did, I'm just saying what I live
Like, ha, what's the deal?
Ride up to yo crib, knocking on yo door and askin', “Hello, who is here?”
Do I bring you fear? I see a tear?
Do I see a pussy nigga crying ‘cause I'm here?


[Outro: 2switchblades]
Ha, pussy nigga crying ‘cause I'm here