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Hawk Em' Down Video (MV)




Performed By: Tino Bandz
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Martino Sewell




Tino Bandz - Hawk Em' Down Lyrics




Energy made this one
Uh-huh
This nigga owe me some pape
Y'all niggas know who the f*ck I'm bouta get on

Tino Bandz
Throw on all black
Hawk em down with the black mag
Went to jail came home
Back in my bag
You niggas broke
Ima always get the last laugh

F*ck his bitch give her back
Got him big mad
Slide down down them niggas block
What the opps on
Let me call Ike back
I left my bop phone
In the dark got the beam
And the light on

Phone went dead
Get me somethin I can write on
Popped a perc hit the booth
And I went f*ckin brazy
Wanna book me for a show
You know you gotta pay me
Oh you must got PUA
You gettin real lazy

Free my nigga Sav & Dave
You know dem my babies
Nigga say he got a plug
Ion care about it
You is not gettin money
You just be around it
If you a hoe you a hoe
Ain't no way around it

Nigga thought he moved out the way
But his house I found it
I been stackin up bread
Ain't no paper shortage
Quit talkin bout your man
Bitch he ain't important
In that dirty ass Audi
That ain't ridin foreign

I be juggin state to state
Like I'm f*ckin touring
In the streets all day like a streetlight
If I get mad punch a nigga in his wind pipe
Bandman who these niggas wanna be like

In the hood every day
I live a street life
Nigga try to play me like a bitch
Then I'm comin for him
Lil bitch can't suck dick
What the f*ck is you doin
Niggas hate it when you eatin
But nigga keep chewin

Niggas took my whole style
I'm bouta be suing
Red flag on the right
That's the Whoop Way
I been bangin BHB
Since them hoop days
My nigga just got flicked on the E-Way

She a rat sellin pussy up on eBay
Bloody Torry did a bid up in PA
Big Blood got up through on the freeway
The work cheaper when you bum and get it Sunday

Stop hatin you gon be rich one day
You a fed only thing you do arrest bitches
You ain't me you be cuffin
It's a big difference
Bitches callin me Scotty by the way that I'm Pippen

Blow that lil bitch back out
I got her limpin
Runnin shit in dat joint
And da f*ckin bounty
Bitch I work for myself
Can't nobody sign me
Out the way gettin money
Can't nobody find me

With some hittas they behind me
And they all grimy
Niggas lame as f*ck
Pooh Pooh hit him with a snowball
Nigga said he know the bandman
I don't know y'all
My brother dropped ah cat
And it's all off that good dog

I ain't gon lie I'm the motherf*ckin big dawg
Me and Taj we just boolin up on Clearmount
Try to slide we gon
Tear yo whole car apart
You the target and my lil niggas like the darts

The bullet went through his chest
And hit him in his heart
He been gone for a minute
Free my nigga Tweez
Know some Piru homies still throwin P's
BHB niggas actin up throwin B's

Hell yeah I'm official better ask the streets
He be all on the net like he catch bodies
Ion pay that boy attention
He ain't nobody
Smokin turtle pie
Got the whole room cloudy

My nigga still hittin licks
Slidin in a hottie
I'm on the phone with the plug
Bitch call back
Went to prison Bounced back
What you call that
That's my bitch why you lookin
Nigga fall back

Smokin opps in the wood baseball bat
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Energy made this one
Uh-huh
This nigga owe me some pape
Y'all niggas know who the f*ck I'm bouta get on

Tino Bandz
Throw on all black
Hawk em down with the black mag
Went to jail came home
Back in my bag
You niggas broke
Ima always get the last laugh

F*ck his bitch give her back
Got him big mad
Slide down down them niggas block
What the opps on
Let me call Ike back
I left my bop phone
In the dark got the beam
And the light on

Phone went dead
Get me somethin I can write on
Popped a perc hit the booth
And I went f*ckin brazy
Wanna book me for a show
You know you gotta pay me
Oh you must got PUA
You gettin real lazy

Free my nigga Sav & Dave
You know dem my babies
Nigga say he got a plug
Ion care about it
You is not gettin money
You just be around it
If you a hoe you a hoe
Ain't no way around it

Nigga thought he moved out the way
But his house I found it
I been stackin up bread
Ain't no paper shortage
Quit talkin bout your man
Bitch he ain't important
In that dirty ass Audi
That ain't ridin foreign

I be juggin state to state
Like I'm f*ckin touring
In the streets all day like a streetlight
If I get mad punch a nigga in his wind pipe
Bandman who these niggas wanna be like

In the hood every day
I live a street life
Nigga try to play me like a bitch
Then I'm comin for him
Lil bitch can't suck dick
What the f*ck is you doin
Niggas hate it when you eatin
But nigga keep chewin

Niggas took my whole style
I'm bouta be suing
Red flag on the right
That's the Whoop Way
I been bangin BHB
Since them hoop days
My nigga just got flicked on the E-Way

She a rat sellin pussy up on eBay
Bloody Torry did a bid up in PA
Big Blood got up through on the freeway
The work cheaper when you bum and get it Sunday

Stop hatin you gon be rich one day
You a fed only thing you do arrest bitches
You ain't me you be cuffin
It's a big difference
Bitches callin me Scotty by the way that I'm Pippen

Blow that lil bitch back out
I got her limpin
Runnin shit in dat joint
And da f*ckin bounty
Bitch I work for myself
Can't nobody sign me
Out the way gettin money
Can't nobody find me

With some hittas they behind me
And they all grimy
Niggas lame as f*ck
Pooh Pooh hit him with a snowball
Nigga said he know the bandman
I don't know y'all
My brother dropped ah cat
And it's all off that good dog

I ain't gon lie I'm the motherf*ckin big dawg
Me and Taj we just boolin up on Clearmount
Try to slide we gon
Tear yo whole car apart
You the target and my lil niggas like the darts

The bullet went through his chest
And hit him in his heart
He been gone for a minute
Free my nigga Tweez
Know some Piru homies still throwin P's
BHB niggas actin up throwin B's

Hell yeah I'm official better ask the streets
He be all on the net like he catch bodies
Ion pay that boy attention
He ain't nobody
Smokin turtle pie
Got the whole room cloudy

My nigga still hittin licks
Slidin in a hottie
I'm on the phone with the plug
Bitch call back
Went to prison Bounced back
What you call that
That's my bitch why you lookin
Nigga fall back

Smokin opps in the wood baseball bat
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Writer: Martino Sewell
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