Tekashit on you.

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…