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

[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
I think n***as hatin', don't wanna see me in the door
I'm tryna hawk 'em down (Okay)
Salt kill snails, fuck n***a, I'm too P for that
The rumors, who believe in that? (Ho)
Them same n***as, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty (His ass nasty)
I think n***as hatin', don't wanna see me in the door
I'm tryna hawk 'em down (Okay)
Salt kill snails, fuck n***a (Ayy, ayy), I'm too P for that
The rumors, who believe in that? (Oh, what?)
Them same n***as, 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 n***a out, but no, I'm up in the door (Fuck, I'm in the door)
Lil' ugly but that young n***a too cool, you better watch your ho
(Duck n***a, 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)
N***a 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 n***as 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 n***a, I'm too P for that (Ayy)
The rumors, who believe in that? (Ayy)
Them same n***as, we leave 'em flat (Grrah)
Like, ugh, ugh (Ugh), do his ass nasty (Yeah)
I think n***as hatin', don't wanna see me in the door
I'm tryna hawk 'em down
Salt kill snails, fuck n***a (Ayy, ayy), I'm too P for that
The rumors, who believe in that? (Oh, what?)
Them same n***as, 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 n***a, 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 (N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a)
Up this bitch, I'm making n***as miss, like, what the fuck y'all thought, n***a? (N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a)
Yeah, fuck wrong with y'all? (N***a, n***a, n***a, n***a)
Yeah, let's go
[Chorus: RiskTakerLeek]
I think n***as 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 n***a, I'm too P for that (Ayy)
The rumors, who believe in that? (Ayy)
Them same n***as, 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