HYC Lyrics

It's the same shit, I'm raw as a bitch Ain't got to flick no Bic, this ain't no Wayne diss

Aye, how the fuck you coming? How the, how the, how the fuck you coming?

H-D-G, hawk down gang, hawking down the green Hoe down Goofy, for the team

You can run, but where you going? I'ma be right on heels

I can look the boogeyman in his face, after age ten, I ain't show no fear

H-D-G up on my neck shining, baby chandelier

I kept showing love to ones who hate and all the signs was clear

I'm quick to knock that bitch I'm sick in the head, I get a lo might pop, lock and drop some shit

Any beef that went too far, I ain't calling quits

I know some O-Y-N's, quick to spin and put that pain on kids

Don't be trolling on the net, cause when you caught, you better show how you live

How the fuck you coming? How the, how the fuck you coming?

Aye, Terro, how the fuck you Bumming?

If you ain't fucking with me, it's nothing you think I fucking care

I'm tryna blow like bouncing betty, from the bottom to the air

Glizzy on me, watch out, glizzy on me, watch out, glizzy on me

No niggas not my homie, make the wrong move, and niggas fried bologna

But fuck that, let's talk that, muffuletta, I'm tryna touch that

Can't lay no broke dick, you know I touch bags before I touch cat

It ain't nothing to suit up, get right on that, step on shit just like a door-mat

Red tip, green tip, one mag, call the clip Santa and watch how I send a present

Angels gone be quick to hold a nigga once they see how I left him

Got orange tips up in the clip, seven-six-2s look like Odell Beckham

You can run, but where you going? I'ma be right on heels

I can look the boogeyman in his face, after age ten, I ain't show no fear

H-D-G up on my neck shining, baby chandelier

I kept showing love to ones who hate and all the signs was clear

I'm quick to knock that bitch, I'm sick in the head, I get a lo might, pop, lock, and drop some shit

Any beef that went too far, I ain't calling quits

I know some O-Y-Ns, quick to spin and put that pain on kids

Don't be trolling on the net, cause when you caught, you better show how you live

I don't play internet games, cause I'm the type, get in the car and try to go and inflict some pain

If Brodie swing the Glock just know you getting drenched, like, who gone stop the rain?

I know a driver who gone dog the whip while switching lane to lane

And I know a Y-N, is he a doctor? Hell nah, but he can switch a brain

I'm a grown fucking man, fix your tone and watch the way you talk

Hood baby call me gangsta baby, you can see it when I walk

Up remote, tap the button, batteries make a nigga pause

Call a nigga Bernie, these ain't cigars, but I'm smoking up the logs

Geeked up right now, can't geek down, I'm bouncing like a frog

Head spinning round I'm gone let it spin, can't bust no Tylenol

H-D-G, bitch, I'll hawk some down and watch the nigga crawl

Terro gone come from underarm or off the hip, bet I won't make a call

How the fuck you coming? How the, How the fuck you coming?

Aye, Terro, how the fuck you Bumming?

If I get that tiptoe up, creep, uh, how you coming bleed?

I might knock some shit off, how you coming bleed?

You can run, but where you going? I'ma be right on heels

I can look the boogeyman in his face, after age ten, I ain't show no fear

H-D-G up on my neck shining, baby chandelier

I kept showing love to ones who hate

And all the signs was clear

I'm quick to knock that bitch, I'm sick in the head, I get a lo might pop, lock, and drop some shit