BAWSKEE K lyrics

[Intro]
You a lil' army boy, you lil' army boy
(Is that Shoki on the beat?)
Ayy
You lil' Disney Audition boy
(Hellsing)
Suck my di*k you heard, n*gga
(Reapyy)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

[Chorus]
Ah, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walkin', ah (Give me that, give me that)
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him, ah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalkin' on him, ah (Give me that, give me that)
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him, ah (Give me that, give me that)

[Post-Chorus]
Ayy, doo-doo-doo-doo, that's my TEC talkin' (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Little b*tch, just shut your mouth, I ain't TED Talkin' (f*ck out of here)
Drop some bands, bands, bands, he a check walkin' (Give me that, give me that)
For them bands, bands, bands, shoot his chest off him (Doo-doo-doo-doo)

[Verse 1]
I said, "f*ck Bawskee," b*tch (f*ck out of here)
You want smoke, you get hit (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Diamond brazy, flick the wrist (Skrrt, skrrt)
Wе been slidin' with the tint (Vyoom, vyoom)
I put silence on my Tommy
You ain't 'bout to hеar a sh*t
Put machete through your skully
pus*y, get your wig split (Sleez, Sleez, Sleez)
You a Disney Channel, baby, you ain't scarin' not sh*t (f*ck out of here)
Jewelry game, Fugazy chains look like hot sh*t (f*ck out of here)
You was raised up in the 'burbs, you ain't scarin' not sh*t (f*ck out of here)
You was trainin' in that army, pus*y still ain't popped sh*t (No-no, no-no)
[Chorus]
Ah, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walkin', ah (Give me that, give me that)
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him, ah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalkin' on him, ah (Give me that, give me that)
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him, ah (Give me that, give me that)
Ah, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walkin', ah (Give me that, give me that)
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him, ah (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalkin' on him, ah (Give me that, give me that)
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him, ah (Give me that, give me that)

[Verse 2]
Sippin' syrup out of double cup, I'm rude about it (Work, work)
I just left the lot, I'm smokin' gas with shooters probably (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Had his mans go set him up, he never knew about it (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Put that boy right on the news, f*ck 12 go do about it (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ah, b*tch, it's Big Sleez, made out the way from the projects (Sleez, Sleez, Sleez)
I'm who you can't be, drivin' faded, feelin' nauseous (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma flip the 'Rari like a pop of narcotics (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Came up from the 'yo, we was trappin' out apartments (Work, work, work)

[Pre-Chorus]
Doo-doo-doo-doo, that's my TEC talkin' (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Little b*tch, just shut your mouth, I ain't TED Talkin' (No-no, no-no)
Drop some bands, bands, bands, he a check walkin' (Give me that, give me that)
For them bands, bands, bands, shoot his chest off him (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
[Chorus]
Ah, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walkin', ah
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him, ah
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalkin' on him, ah
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him, ah
Ah, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walkin', ah
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him, ah
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalkin' on him, ah
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him, ah