Bobby Williams - Lil' Hawk lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Hawk] The Westside hoo-riders back in the motherf**ing do' Y.G. Lil' Hawk on a solo bolo T-I-P Tryna clock my motherf**ing grip Red Riding through your hood with 2 straps on my hip I'm a B-D-O-G, I don't give a f** Bailing up the block in my fresh cherry chucks OG Inglewood you n***a's now where it's at And Big Hawk fresh outlaw Ready out to scrap Big Ken, that's my n***a straight O f**in' G And every n***a that I know represents the B (whoop whoop) Whoop, Whoop somebody blaze the chronic n***as on the Westside call that sh** 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 b**h and bunny hop but look he????? [Verse 2: Lil' Hawk] Now, come take a ride on the other side of town Where the motherf**ing homies put it down My n***a S.P., my homie Lil' Nut, my n***a 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 n***a T-Whirl with the motherf**ing gauge YG's goin' out putin' in the most work, you goin' out witta bang when I let my gat lurk and then jerk Leavin' shirts red and messy Yeah motherf**er don't sweat me And what the f** made you even brings the noise When you know you couldn't f** with this bloodcloth boy Oh, b**h a** n***a, just slow your roll Cuz you motherf**ers really don't know That this little n***a, he stays strapped He plays the n***a peelin' mothaf**in' 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-a** MC's 6 on a TV, 7-11 when I roll And a limp in my walk every time I take stroll B-Braze and Yay rolled up in 'Lac Bump M' &the L, rolling up a dubsack You know a n***a like me I just jumped in the coupe and with one hit of that sh** 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 a** n***a's I just making 'm my b**h (SP: Ooh-Whee who can it be?) It's that n***a Lil Hawk Y-Mothaf**in'-G I'm steadily takin'of breakin of all these M-U Double T's Tail up in they'a** body all full of fleas You can't f** with this, so don't even trip Cause everything a n***a make gon' be the sh**! B-I-TCH!