Band of the Hawk

[Verse 1]
I dedicate this to my real trill niggas and a few trill bitches
I bought a six fo with sixteen switches
Make a bitch suck my dick in like sixteen seconds
With your girl and the weed in them, make 'em kick back
Read a book lift with it
Times get hard and I'm sharin' my dinner, nigga
Sell a little weed just to get a fuckin' meal ticket
I ain't worried about shit
While you, always worried about a bitch
Bitch nigga, you can suck a dick, we ain't about to trip
Unless it's about a grip
Make a whole nigga strip take all your shit
Take all your bitches, scratch that
You can keep the bitch, I'll take all your riches
No witnesses pop your eyes out, bring 'em with us
If you don't get it now you can stop fuckin' with us
You better watch your mouth
Got a hundred niggas in the pen, wait 'til they come out
Put a meal on a nigga, get your ass out of the mouth
Put a meal on a nigga, get a dick up in your mouth
It's been so long they can't figure it out
While they do that I'm in the kitchen in your house
Makin' eggs spread your legs while we wiffin' you out
This your fault you went that route
So this is Azizi, I work like a genie
My terror don't wap, see what I'm thinkin'
My chakra is showin', you see me I'm steamin'
Using my high ki to go against evil
Supernatural niggas only notice
So I guess the only nigga out there is Flying Lotus
You wanna figure it out close your eyes fuckin' focus
Pocus

[Skit]
That's very good, that's nice, I think you're gettin' better, and what is this?
Tori don't listen to him anymore
She can't hear what you're sayin', poor Tori is to busy concentratin' on suckin' me off

[Verse: 2]
Bitch, I'm rollin' up dough
Las Vegas hotel, nigga, think what you want
Pool in the livin' room, bitches tryin' to hump
I mention this shit 'cause I work for a sun
And I did it my way from my palms to my lungs
You ain't do shit, but lay back and suck your thumb
With your big ass gap and yo teeth [?] cold
What the fuck you talkin' about, nigga, you should know
Bow down to the lords, suck it
Don't be actin' like we was bros
What you think it is?
We be Mario 'cause we carry around shells
We lettin' hammers go, I don't know
My nigga, don't be fooled
In the ghetto don't be food
Around these whites don't be rude
Unless you want the popo to know what you do
Sometimes, I don't know what to do
I'm in love with myself and my Brainfeeder fools
Take over the game 'cause I know we got the tools
Down right fierce, now we got to move
Boy, I get it in like some goddamn goons
That's way too much to even say about you
That's way too much to even say about you
That's way too much to even say about you

[Chorus]
Fucked up, you got a world to see
Tap into your mind and see what I see
Open up your nose and breath what I breathe
Get you head in the books and think what I think
Fucked up, you got a world to see
Tap into your mind and see what I see
Open up your nose and breath what I breathe
Get you head in the books and think what I think

[Outro]
You either fuck with us or don't
Simple as that bi-atch
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