Nasty

[Intro: RiskTakerLeek]
I'm tryna hawk 'em down
Nah
And I ain't gotta talk about nothin', nigga know
Okay
Fuck

[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
I think niggas hatin', don't wanna see me in the door
I'm tryna hawk 'em down (Okay)
Salt kill snails, fuck nigga, I'm too P for that
The rumors, who believe in that? (Ho)
Them same niggas, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty (His ass nasty)
I think niggas hatin', don't wanna see me in the door
I'm tryna hawk 'em down (Okay)
Salt kill snails, fuck nigga (Ayy, ayy), I'm too P for that
The rumors, who believe in that? (Oh, what?)
Them same niggas, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty (Nasty)

[Verse 1: RiskTakerLeek]
Play innocent around my college bitch because she classy
Ooh, cut up Risky (Ayy, ayy), ooh cut up Risky
Okay, ayy, shit, I'm sure is (Yeah, I'm sure is)
Bitch, how you want some calamari? You don't even eat no kids (Fuck)
Hop out and slam shit with this Draco likе D. Rose in the lac (Fuck)
Talkin' my shit, I can't help it
I see 'еm tryna box a young nigga out, but no, I'm up in the door (Fuck, I'm in the door)
Lil' ugly but that young nigga too cool, you better watch your ho
(Duck nigga, get down, fuck, fuck)
You better watch your fro
You better have a high tolerance on drugs 'cause if you snooze, then your ass gon' be a ghost (Bah)
Cook your ass early morning, leave you toast (Leave you toast)
Nigga stop selling me Percs 'cause I couldn't stay off top his ho (His ho, yeah)
Trim him, yeah, Mr. Put-His-Bitch-On-Film Real motion, ball above the rim
Quick to mask up and fuck up these brand new Timbs

[Bridge: RiskTakerLeek]
Like, ugh, ugh, do 'em nasty (Nasty)
Ugh, ugh (Ayy), do 'em nasty (Okay)

[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
I think niggas hatin', don't wanna see me in the door (Don't wanna see me in the door)
I'm tryna hawk 'em down (Okay)
Salt kill snails (Yeah), fuck nigga, I'm too P for that (Ayy)
The rumors, who believe in that? (Ayy)
Them same niggas, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty (Yeah)
I think niggas hatin', don't wanna see me in the door
I'm tryna hawk 'em down
Salt kill snails, fuck nigga (Ayy, ayy), I'm too P for that
The rumors, who believe in that? (Oh, what?)
Them same niggas, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty (Yeah, yeah, nasty)

[Verse 2: PGF Nuk]
Ugh (Ugh), ugh (Yeah), do his ass bad (Bad)
I'm the type to flex on every nigga, make they ass mad (Make they ass mad)
Catch a opp', get to pullin' triggers (Bah), now his ass dead (Brrt)
Light skin, smack him in his face (Come here), turn his ass red (Yeah)
Ugh, ugh (Oh, yeah), okay, do his ass dirty (Dirty)
Walk with all my ice with no security, I ain't got no worries (I ain't got no worries)
Frrt-frrt, all we play with switches, kill 'em in a hurry (Hurry)
Frrt-frrt, we takin' shots, foenem shoot 'em like they Curry
Up this bitch, I'ma shoot first, that's my train of thought (That's how I think)
He think he can't get touch, well, he gon' be the first one to get caught
Oh, he the last one runnin', well, he the first one to get hawked
When we was buyin' pipes (Yeah), I ain't buy one them little bitches all bought
In a shoot-out with your brother and he got hit, that's y'all fault (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)
Up this bitch, I'm making niggas miss, like, what the fuck y'all thought, nigga? (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)
Yeah, fuck wrong with y'all? (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga)
Yeah, let's go

[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
I think niggas hatin', don't wanna see me in the door (Don't wanna see me in the door)
I'm tryna hawk 'em down
Salt kill snails (Yeah), fuck nigga, I'm too P for that (Ayy)
The rumors, who believe in that? (Ayy)
Them same niggas, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty

[Outro: RiskTakerLeek]
Salt kills—, ayy, I'm too—
The rumors, like, what?
Grrah
Ugh, ugh