Lil’ Hawk

[Verse 1: Lil' Hawk]
The Westside hoo-riders back in the motherfucking do'
Y.G. Lil' Hawk on a solo, bolo T-I-P
Tryna clock my motherfucking grip
Red Riding through your hood with 2 straps on my hip
I'm a B-D-O-G, I don't give a fuck
Bailing up the block in my fresh cherry chucks
OG Inglewood, you nigga's now where it's at
And Big Hawk, fresh outlaw
Ready out to scrap
Big Ken, that's my nigga straight O fuckin' G
And every nigga that I know represent the B (Whoop, whoop) Whoop, whoop, somebody blaze the Chronic
Niggas on the Westside call that shit bionic
Now I'm off to the sto' so I can pay, a fifth of Thunderbird with the cherry Kool-Aid
And pack of big Red then I'm goods to go
Cause I never know when I might run in to a ho
And now when back on the block and what did I spot?
A big booty bitch and bunny hop on the kizz-ie

[Verse 2: Lil' Hawk]
Now, come take a ride on the other side of town
Where the motherfucking homies put it down
My nigga S.P., my homie Lil' Nut, my nigga 104 laid back is the cut
Lil' D.O.G, Big Go and Lil' O, Smiley, KB we all forms the '4
Big China Dog, 7-11 on the fame, my nigga T-Whirl with the motherfucking gauge
YG's goin' nuts puttin' in the most work, you goin' out witta bang when I let my gat lurk and then jerk
Leavin' shirts red and messy
Yeah, motherfucker, don't sweat me
And what the fuck made you even brings the noise
When you know you couldn't fuck with this bloodclot boy
Oh, bitch-ass nigga, just slow your roll
Cuz you motherfuckers really don't know
That this little nigga, he stays strapped
He plays the nigga peelin' mothafuckin' caps

[Verse 3: Lil' Hawk]
See I'm the dopest, so focus, your eyes on me
I just shake, break, make, take all these fake-ass MC's
6 on a TV, 7-11 when I roll
And a limp in my walk every time I take a stroll
B-Braze, Yay rolled up in the 'Lac
Bump M & the L, rolling up a dub sack
You know a nigga like me
I just jumped in the Coupe
And one hit from that shit, I just holla "Whoop whoop"
Feelin' good to know Braze's on clad 4
And it ain't no competition when it comes to just flow
I just stick styles up on you like a dick
And all weak ass niggas I just making 'em my bitch
(SP: Ooh-whee, who can it be?)
It's that nigga Lil Hawk Y-Mothafuckin'-G
I'm steadily takin' off, breakin' off, all these M-U double T's
Tail up in they ass, body all full of fleas
You can't fuck with this, so don't even trip
'Cause everything a nigga make gon' be the shit!
B-I-TCH!