BAWSKEE K lyrics

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

[Chorus]
Uh, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him

[Refrain]
Ayy, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, that's my TEC talking
Little b*tch just shut your mouth, I ain't TED Talkin'
Drop some bands, bands, bands, he a check walking
For them bands, bands, bands, shoot his chest off him

[Verse 1]
I said "f*ck Bawskee", b*tch, you want smoke, you get hit
Diamond brazy, flick the wrist, we been slidin' with the tint
I put silence on my Tommy, you ain't boutta hear a sh*t
Put machete through your skully, you gon' get your wig split
You a Disney Channel baby, you ain't scaring not sh*t
Jewelry game Fugazy chains look like hot sh*t
You was raised up in the burbs, you wasn't scared of not sh*t
You was training in the army, pus*y still ain't pop sh*t
[Chorus]
Uh, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
Michaеl Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, takе his bands off him
Uh, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him

[Verse 2]
Sippin syrup outta double cup, I'm rude about it
I just left the lot, I'm smoking gas with shooters prolly
Had his mans go set him up, he never knew about it
Put that boy rite on the news, f*ck 12 go do about it
b*tch it's Big Sleez, made out the way from the projects
I'm who you can't be, driving faded feeling nauseous
Imma flip the 'rari like a pop of narcotics
Came up from the Yo, we were trapping out apartments

[Refrain]
Ayy, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, that's my TEC talking
Little b*tch just shut your mouth, I ain't TED Talkin'
Drop some bands, bands, bands, he a check walking
For them bands, bands, bands, shoot his chest off him
[Chorus]
Uh, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him
Uh, mans, mans, mans, that's your mans walking
Catch him, run his ass down, do the dance on him
Michael Jackson in this b*tch, moonwalking on him
He think he sh*t, we at his crib, take his bands off him