[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
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