Terro - HYC Lyrics

It's the same shit, I'm raw as a bitch Ain't got to flick no Bic, this ain't no Wayne diss
Aye, how the f*ck you coming? How the, how the, how the f*ck you coming?
H-D-G, hawk down gang, hawking down the green Hoe down Goofy, for the team
You can run, but where you going? I'ma be right on heels
I can look the boogeyman in his face, after age ten, I ain't show no fear
H-D-G up on my neck shining, baby chandelier
I kept showing love to ones who hate and all the signs was clear
I'm quick to knock that bitch I'm sick in the head, I get a lo might pop, lock and drop some shit
Any beef that went too far, I ain't calling quits
I know some O-Y-N's, quick to spin and put that pain on kids
Don't be trolling on the net, cause when you caught, you better show how you live
How the f*ck you coming? How the, how the f*ck you coming?
Aye, Terro, how the f*ck you Bumming?
If you ain't f*cking with me, it's nothing you think I f*cking care
I'm tryna blow like bouncing betty, from the bottom to the air
Glizzy on me, watch out, glizzy on me, watch out, glizzy on me
No niggas not my homie, make the wrong move, and niggas fried bologna
But f*ck that, let's talk that, muffuletta, I'm tryna touch that
Can't lay no broke dick, you know I touch bags before I touch cat
It ain't nothing to suit up, get right on that, step on shit just like a door-mat
Red tip, green tip, one mag, call the clip Santa and watch how I send a present
Angels gone be quick to hold a nigga once they see how I left him
Got orange tips up in the clip, seven-six-2s look like Odell Beckham
You can run, but where you going? I'ma be right on heels
I can look the boogeyman in his face, after age ten, I ain't show no fear
H-D-G up on my neck shining, baby chandelier
I kept showing love to ones who hate and all the signs was clear
I'm quick to knock that bitch, I'm sick in the head, I get a lo might, pop, lock, and drop some shit
Any beef that went too far, I ain't calling quits
I know some O-Y-Ns, quick to spin and put that pain on kids
Don't be trolling on the net, cause when you caught, you better show how you live
I don't play internet games, cause I'm the type, get in the car and try to go and inflict some pain
If Brodie swing the Glock just know you getting drenched, like, who gone stop the rain?
I know a driver who gone dog the whip while switching lane to lane
And I know a Y-N, is he a doctor? Hell nah, but he can switch a brain
I'm a grown f*cking man, fix your tone and watch the way you talk
Hood baby call me gangsta baby, you can see it when I walk
Up remote, tap the button, batteries make a nigga pause
Call a nigga Bernie, these ain't cigars, but I'm smoking up the logs
Geeked up right now, can't geek down, I'm bouncing like a frog
Head spinning round I'm gone let it spin, can't bust no Tylenol
H-D-G, bitch, I'll hawk some down and watch the nigga crawl
Terro gone come from underarm or off the hip, bet I won't make a call
How the f*ck you coming? How the, How the f*ck you coming?
Aye, Terro, how the f*ck you Bumming?
If I get that tiptoe up, creep, uh, how you coming bleed?
I might knock some shit off, how you coming bleed?
You can run, but where you going? I'ma be right on heels
I can look the boogeyman in his face, after age ten, I ain't show no fear
H-D-G up on my neck shining, baby chandelier
I kept showing love to ones who hate
And all the signs was clear
I'm quick to knock that bitch, I'm sick in the head, I get a lo might pop, lock, and drop some shit