Lyrics Hawk Tuah.lrc BabyTron
[id: eybvvxad]
[ar: BabyTron]
[al: Tronicles]
[ti: Hawk Tuah]
[length: 02:15]
[00:14.20]Nyah, nyah
[00:15.63](ShittyBoyz)
[00:17.49]Your ho hit me with that Hawk Tuah (Hawk Tuah)
[00:18.69]This white boy don’t miss, you would swear you saw Luka
[00:20.66]Maison Mihara’s or the Ricky’s, I don’t walk Puma
[00:22.84]Lock your lips and throw the keys unless you tryna talk mula
[00:24.83]It’s impossible for me to love, might need a heart replacement
[00:26.85]My bitch keep on asking me for Van Cleef and Carti’ bracelets
[00:28.77]Thousand somethin’ shots, you would think we came from army bases
[00:30.95]You would think my shooter work for Maaco, all the cars he painted
[00:33.09]It’s so much more to talk about than killin’ opps
[00:35.28]Like how I just dropped a four and then killed my pop
[00:37.33]R.I.P., I popped a RP and killed her twat
[00:39.56]Finally went and got a lil’ gun, you a killer now?
[00:41.61]Huh? You need to kill it, dude
[00:43.88]Plug said he out of ‘Za, he just killed my mood
[00:45.88]I be damned to go out here and buy Gorilla Glue
[00:47.72]You a chimp, you’ll never know how us gorillas move
[00:49.78]If ballin’ was a crime, I’d get lethal injection
[00:52.10]You are not a demon IRL, I got evil detection
[00:53.85]Blew it every time he made it, ain’t make a single investment
[00:56.25]Fiend tryna get high, don’t care if his needle infected
[00:58.36]Billionaire studios, this ain’t no Boys Club
[01:00.48]Actin’ like he totin’ fully, wouldn’t shoot a toy gun
[01:02.47]Cuddy had a brick to get off every time his ‘Droid rung
[01:04.35]Cough two hoes in ’em, what I smoke destroys lungs
[01:08.08]Turn right back around, like why this store full of Kenzo?
[01:10.87]Bust on your bitch face like a Coke full of Mentos
[01:12.79]Why you even sippin’ drank, got a Coke full of yellow?
[01:14.84]Barely fans in the crowd, doggy show full of echoes
[01:16.83]I be high as hell forgettin’, so my notes full of memos
[01:19.09]Too friendly to be mine, that lil’ ho full of “Hello”‘s
[01:21.27]I can’t have no bitch that be sayin’ hey to everyone
[01:23.63]All the hoes eaters nowadays, ain’t no ride-or-dies
[01:25.47]When it’s time to go and get back, you gon’ slide or cry?
[01:27.43]Light ’em up and give him wings, somethin’ like a firefly
[01:29.47]If you ain’t all ears while I talk, turn to Iron Mike
[01:31.51]Talkin’ ’bout I’m ass? I got one word, ratio
[01:33.78]Tryna do everything I do, call him baby bro
[01:35.74]Got fellatio from your ho, she just ate me whole
[01:38.07]Ballin’ in my ones, MJ back in ’84
[01:40.06]Crazy, I might hear myself, turnin’ on the radio
[01:42.02]Bitches playin’ roles, you would think that life HBO
[01:44.29]Brodie ridin’ ’round hot as hell like his AC broke
[01:46.14]Saw the TRX, now the fans tryna chase me home
[01:48.13]Flyer than Peter Pan, but I’ll probably never land
[01:50.48]Reachin’ in my bag, Pearl Jam, get a severed hand
[01:52.42]Six figures for the nautilus with the leather band
[01:54.54]You could play a game of chess on these Louis checkered pants
[01:56.75]You down to ten dollars tryna win a scratch-off
[01:59.04]P-U-A had you up, like how it get to that, dog?
[02:01.29]Accurate with F&N, can knock a pimple patch off
[02:03.29]Every whip was modded, never rode in simple Trackhawks
[02:05.49]Gang tappin’ heads, it ain’t duck, duck, goose
[02:07.36]Brrt (ha)
[02:08.56]Had your ho vacuum up the whole crib and I got sucked up too
[02:11.03]Your baby face like Ray, I hit the puff-puff, oop
[02:13.44]You can’t hit this
[02:14.05]Year of Release: 2024