Video Hawk 900 de Aki The Producer 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aki The Producer - Hawk 900 Lyrics

[Intro]
Menoh
Waterrr, ayy, yeah (Based1 got them bands, ho)

[Chorus]
Every time I blink fast I see her
Every time I blink fast I see her
All the rest of hoes muppets, they beakers
And I'ma step right out my shoes, they sneakers
Twenty walls, she gon' feel it if I eat her
She ripped my heart, count the blood in a liter
She got my sweet side, oat man, Keebler
I'm just in my own world, no Bieber

[Verse]
I'm a believer
She a believer
Flip a opp, tossed salad, now I'm smoking Caesar
Freestyling off the top, yeah, this a teaser
I got the fever, yeah
Dreidel man, put the gun down
I bought that bitch from gun rise
I'm hustlin' from sun up to sun down, I'm tryna uprise
She burning sage, I'm burning Nazis
I don't want no mob ties
Put starch on the barrel, you don't want no hot fries
Fuck that cracker, we some tambourines, I shake shit to the max
Trick jumping out my jean jacket, thought it was a cast
And I ain't nothin' like these other white rappers, they all ass
I started rapping last year and now I'm up, that's why they mad
And I hustled off the muscle, master plan, I did it fast
I was sleeping in that 'Yota, passing out flyers out to frats
I'm in Miami with a piece of paper, scan for all my at's
I did every open mic around the city, they would laugh
The elephant walked in the room and puts the body in its trunk
You dissing Jew and I'ma go get your body
Find me a place to dump
They missed me as a jit, I couldn't hurt a fly but now it's up
I finger fuck the Glock, he sat there and he watched
His ass a cuck
If Santiago slide with me, you're fucked
'Cause we'll pull up with that forty piece and do the dreidel bop
And she said, "Kosher, you your daddy's son"
I feel like Riley Hawk
'Cause I'll get the drop and do the 900 on your block
[Chorus]
Every time I blink fast I see her
Every time I blink fast I see her
All the rest of hoes muppets, they beakers
And I'ma step right out my shoes, they sneakers
Twenty walls, she gon' feel it if I eat her
She ripped my heart, count the blood in a liter
She got my sweet side, oat man, Keebler
I'm just in my own world, no Bieber