Jack Hawks ft. FatherSolo Lyrics

Thank you, ro , that is so sweet

Bro, hitting plays off the blank, I call him Tim Duncan

We out in public, switch on the back, please do not panic

Bro poured the nine, upside, I think he's satanic

Doing 780 in the striker, blasting illmatic

If I told you everything I knew, it'd be real tragic

In Milwaukee, scoring with Giannis, I feel like Goran Dragic

Niggas always blind to the money, I can't understand it

Hitting this freak bitch from the back, I got her hand standing

In LA, scoring with Chris Paul, I feel like Chris Kaman

Told bro to be undisputed, like Paul Heyman

Bro, wanted power so bad, so I hit him with Kanaan

I feel like E, caught a nigga lacking, then I broad dayed him

I don't say the facts, man, I just say em

Riding round with a dirty hook, man, I feel like Mater

Bro talking Zesty on the net, we gon' have to pop this tomater

Twitter demon, keyboard warrior, you gon' die later

2-4 in the clip, one in the head, now or later

Chilling in Indiana with 3-3, Danny Granger

Bro just hit a P of dark ether, now he feel stranger

Niggas always trying to be some friends, I don't know strangers

Walked up in the dark like I don't know danger

Bitch, I know you hear that music blast like you don't know bangers

I scored on the opp while I'm wearing white, call me Snow Laker

In the bitch, had to roll up Debs, now I watch Bro Bake her

Melody sounding like the heaven gates

Sober in this bitch, where the drugs think I need an eighth

Plug coming in with some work, but he coming late

Boys get behind me, I'm in the cat, so we gonna race

Bitch, you can't get in, this a three-seater

Bitch ask me who I'm really with, I said three cheaters

Heavy artillery I'm rocking with, I got three heaters

The whole clique came and sucked dick, we got three teethers

Pouring up the six with a potion

Bitch hella mad, cause she sitting with no motion

Bullets hit him twice, now he dancing in slow motion

Hot as hell in the stu, burning up and roasting

The Glock kinda jammed, I had to fiddle

Nigga posted up with hella fucking green like a riddle

I had to brush this bitch off, almost fucking broke the bristle

My crash dummy , he had to wait until I whistled

Damn, this beat is hypnotic

I would show you how to assist 34, but I am not Dragic

Caught up in the mix, that nigga slipped up

Treat that nigga like a sensitive document, big glitchy, gon' rip him up

Treat his house like a beyblade, K'll spin it up

Treat the beef like a honey pack, it's time to get it up

Bro riding around with Groot cause he sticked up

Bro better put that money up cause it's gon' save him

In Dallas throwing slants to Zeke, I feel like Troy Aikman

Unkey die tonight, best believe he gon' proliferate him

Tap water demon

Shamarai

Let's go

What up Solo

Ha

Let's go