Tekashit on you.

percussion, hard rock, vocal harmony, rap

Lyrics

I’m still the kid
that you went to school with
I’m still weird as shit
the only difference is
I ain’t scared of shit
fuck around and find out I’ll split ya wig
I ain’t scared of a pig
every time say a word the deeper the grave you dig
they call the kid a sadist way i whoop ass with the stick
you would think I was coprophile with the way I run this shit
bustin out the foreign sittin sideways in that bitch
you’ll never catch me slippin cuz my six rings got that grip
call young Hawk a faucet cuz he always got
that drip
that 45 is like my girl she stuck up to my hip

this that Midwest we the best fuck the rest flow
you know when we get to goin we ain’t never gonna slow
youll know when i get up on that beat and ride the fuckin flow
that I’m the next one up muh fucka ima blow
see me shinin with them diamonds whole wrist got that glow
hear those 808s Thumpin make yo woman say whoa
after covids over I’ma rock a fuckin show
have the whole crowd hype even though I’m unknown
I’ll scream this YOUNG HAWK they’ll say WHO like Mike Jones
Have a strap on stage muh fucka get blown
5-1-5 on the Dallas county side that’s my zone
And you know I got that gas if you wanna get stoned

I write my own shit none of my bars loaned
If I told that shit to drake bro I bet he’d fuckin groan
tell your top 5 watch out bro I’m comin for your throne
young Hawk I am cut throat bro call me Iowa’s Capone
you’ll smell me for you see me it’s that
Versace cologne
86 the 69 bro a rat I don’t condone
hit em with that glizzy huh
oh you think your grizzly bud
Yeah a week in Rikers had you switchin up that tone yuh
Fuck that shark chain bro I’ll beat you with it boo
leave your right cheek bruised
cut your dick off like I’m left eye and let the blood ooze
make my white air max 95’s some red bottoms shoes
yo these 12’s sick should I get the red or blue
I heard you know a lot about those colors but they don’t know you
I don’t if you no one told you but loud ass snitch is NOT THE MOOD
you a shark swimmin with the killer whale crew
fat guy from the corn stalk I don’t wait to shoot
pull up to the Grammys in a cutlass with a chute
when I fuckin make it I’ll roll around with meek
and I’ll Snapchat yo death bro peep the streak
WHY EVERY FUCKIN BAR YOU GOTTA SCREAM
I CANT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING YOU JUST SOUND LIKE YOUR BUTTHOLES BEIN DOUBLE TEAMED
cross that brookyn bridge on my way to NYC word to Staten Island Pete Davidson’s my peeps
go ahead and talk your game tho and I’ll talk mine
just remember I am not the one who signed that dotted line
I am not the one who snitched his whole crew and got them fuckin life
if you can’t tell who’s loyal then that shits on you right
but you probably were blinded by the codeine in that sprite
them drugs had you buggin and you never slept at night
you started slippin up and gang noticed right
and what they do when you fuck up they say it’s on sight
Right?

Right…