STYLE Lyrics

(Hawthorn is gone)

Yeah

You can borrow my shit

But you won't have my style

Take a bird for a trip

Won't see yall for a while

You can borrow my shit

But you won't have my style

Take a bird for a trip

Won't see yall for a while"Why you acting tough

Seen your birth certificate

Your real name is Clarence

No you won't get a hit"

So don't come up to my house when you

Talking all that shit

Just don't come up to me when I'm up

Asking for a flick

Yeah I do it, my way

Never back down

Still buying backwoods

Why you got that frown

With those goons

Look how you turned out

Stuck at home

Only one's you can count

Ok I'm outside of your house and I got

Fire in my pocket

Gonna blow up just like when I stuck

That fork in that socket

Just wait till 2025

I'll show yall how to rocket

No I don't do no talking to strangers

Shoutout to RRoxket

These walls so thin

While I'm playing with this bitch

Her sister next door, huh

Wish that I could switch

She was all over my dick when I was

Over at that time

She called me cute behind your back

How you so blind?

You can borrow my shit

But you won't have my style

Take a bird for a trip

Won't see yall for a while

You can borrow my shit

But you won't have my style

Take a bird for a trip

Won't see yall for a while,