Hawks

Yeah

Yeah, I see you *****s tryna take the formula

And make it cornier, I'm onto you (See what y'all *****s doin')

Don't make me call shorty up, he pick his .40 up (Put that in, homie)

Shootin' your corner up,

Send you for a ride with the coroner (Boom boom boom boom)

Cake pilin', spent the last two days countin' (Hah)

Invested in the real estate and made safe houses (Yeah)

Same block where I had a K, wildin', I made thousands

I could take my bricks and make a yay mountain (Hah)

Open my garage door and pull a Wraith out it (You see me, *****)

Puerto Rican ******* love me like I'm J Balvin (Hahahaha)

Versace draws, nah, *****, these ain't Calvins (Uh uh)

Militant mind, I'm the modern day Malcolm

I'm the ***** that they doubted

I created my own lane on these *****s,

Now my lane crowded (Get out my lane)

And I ain't even drop a album

But the flow polished like the *****

On his eighth album (Machine, *****, hah)

On **** Street, I used to move an O a day

You can't take my chains, boy, my jewels don't go away (Hah)

You can't name a dude that flow today that's ****in' with me

Just think, Everybody Is F.O.O.D. was a throwaway (That was light)

Everything I touch, this **** is classic

Call the plug, get the package, then get in traffic (Ah)

Already sold half it before I ripped the plastic (Talk to 'em)

Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum

We with the action, your favorite rapper, I will smack him

Then have his head spinning backwards,

Then spin a Backwoods (Hahaha)

Shootin' like Dame DOLLA, I'm hittin' baskets

I'm in the booth spittin' gases, get your matches, *****

And you suckers knowin' what's up (Yeah)

You get a ****bag

When I'm dumpin' low with the pump (Boom boom boom boom)

Who the hardest in the streets? Mother****er, you know it's us

I ain't bring New York back, I put Buffalo in the front

Mother****er (Brr)

Yeah, *****