Hawk Flow (Remix) Lyrics

Uh, uh, ayy, hey, ayy, yeah

Im finna takeoff

What? Ayy, watch how I take off lil bitch

Fuck all that other shit, I'm humble, wait for the takeoff

Still ain't ducking a bakeoff

I'm ? I'm with my Migo no takeoff

Keeping them sticks up on us like eight-ball

It's me versus me, that's what I named the tape

But I swear it's none to face y'all

I show love to the team like playoffs

And some of them niggas the ones I can't call

Finger move fast like a cluck with the itch

Yeah, don't make me tweak with the blick

I want that same head, my name said I'm rocking brain dead

These niggas my son, but I'm a deadbeat

Wanna see him make a oopsie just like Boosie

Get the fuck up out my man, I don't wanna see nobody

I'm in my glow, where my shine

They know I got that gorilla in me

Spazz like a frenzy on my granddaddy kidney

Better know that I ain't friendly

We on that man, just like 50

It's me and Kirk, boy, it ain't many

You can't say I ain't bout that muffuletta

Used to serve right off a divvy

Straight bust a serve, if they was to tweak

This bitch gone speak like what's the word

I told her I need that sloppy sloppy

Joe not talking dirt

That boy was scared as hell, for his life

You know that shit was merched

We ain't even have no pipe, we hit that cut

Gave him ass just like he Durk

Thought we was on that

If we was, right there would've put the smoke in the air

He was owing just like Rick

I'm a whoo, hit that lil' boy with the flair

They thought I lost my mind

I was fighting, only a couple showed me they care

I'm tryna connect some shit, just like Bluetooth

When it pop up, and show you it's there

They like Terro, slow down on that

Spazzing out, but I can't stop

I'm in the yo, locked in, hit for hit

Tryna make it to the top

That glizzy on my waist, just like a pocket

I'll turn that bitch to hot

I want a headshot, headshotWanna see some brains up on his loc's

My day one's real, niggas flaw

Pop out and show me that you play ball

These niggas cap got beat, rumble through his pants

Tryna make it to a call

These niggas cap seen us, they beat they feet

Tryna make it to they dawg

I'll pop some shit, Jerome Bettis

Yeah, H-D-G gone make him fall

Say it's a hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk

H-D-G, hawk, hawk, that's what I scream

Say it's a hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk

H-D-G, hawk, hawk, that's what I be