The Hawk Lyrics

If you knew what I was sayin

You would know that young Vegeta goin' super saiyan

You would know that young King ain't with all the playin

Beautiful queens be like, damn, I came to start mayhem

I came to talk trash

College grad fuck a class

Overseas stakin' cash

Cause I'm from Ohio and I feel like Bow Wow

Tokyo Drift, digital dash

Black Jag movin' fast

Speedin' tryin' not to crash

First place, you in last

My car move like my (dash/dad)

Leave you in the dust quick

But let's stay up out the past

Nowadays I'm in my bag

I be tryin' not to laugh

At these haters lookin' mad

At these haters lookin' sad

Cause I came from the bottom

Shinin' like I'm Enzone Cincinnati Chad

Movin' round just like a nomad

Like I'm a frog on a lily pad

I shoulda been an Olympian

Golden Maverick in the barn

But you know Drape ain't no Harrison

So you can stop the comparisons

I be goin' barbarian

Why yall goin' vegetarian?

Go harder at the start

Go harder at the very end

I'm tryna push a coupe with Deeva

We be yachtin' in Ibiza

I was chillin' in the Ukraine

Back when I was 22, mane

Drape Dreeze what it do mane

Never schemin' on the boy

Too fast for finesse

Get lost, I'm a vet

I got my foot on they neck

Light skin, lil' sweets

Big ass, big breasts

Wanna kick it with the kings

Wayne Gretz in the flesh

Falsetto when she sing

High notes during sex

Had Balenciaga dreams

Money, power, respect

Countin' up the fuckin' checks

At the same place I rest

Protect yourself at all times

Black bulletproof vest

Maxin' and relaxin

In the shade we some cool cats

Mark Jackson range

We got game

They like, who dat?

Do it all day

She like, bae, can you relax

Feelin' like clay

In the bay

With the three straps

Beat you like Dre

Then ask, yeah

Where the weed at?

At least what I say

For them niggas that don't speak that

Walk with my chest up

Blessed up, yeah

You done messed up

12 shall arrest us

If I wreck up on the Tesla

Yeah, you get the message

Eyes read it to you like I'm Rev Run

I can spot a setup

I can spot you niggas from the Chevron

Yeah, I see you jealous

And you movin' kinda overzealous

But work, work, don't stop, bitch

Leveled up from not shit to ain't shit

Ayy, bae, Hurricane Chris

Doors open when I lane switch

Either drip or drown, candy paint, kit

Middle name or the alias

If you watch, nope, I'm the alien

And my wife the only one I'm takin' in

Yeah