Tweak Shit, Pt. 2

(Hold up, this Krafty Beat?) They want that old Dot, huh? Tell the DJ, run it back 2020 straight choppas, I ain't fuckin' wit that strap He jus' keep on tweakin', I'ma pop his fuckin' hat Watch his mans cry about it, tell his ass laugh at that If I jump out on yo' ass, ain't no change in bussing back All that superman shit, get yo' ass put on yo' back Niggas never had a pole but he screamin' he don't lack Quick to say they in the block, we poppin' out jus' where y'all at Four deep in this rental heel, nah, this ain't no splat We tryna watch this nigga die in a few days, we double back Bronem tryna go and spin, he hit my line like, "Where you at?" They on the block right now, so let's go and make a pack Don't you speak on all that shit, 'cause I'll get you gone for that We gon' fuckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit Fuck that nigga 'cause he dead so carry on wit' that shit Bitch, I do my own work so on my own, I'll blitz Niggas dissin' 'cause they mad 'bout them dead ass opps Hit them licks then the head once he drop, don't stop .30 clip on this glizzy, .50 on the AR In a Hemi wit' a semi tryna catch me a opp Baby Ralo wit' the stick and I like jumpin' out the car 'Cause I'll chase yo' ass down and put nine in yo' top I'm a fuckin' state champ, so yo' ass won't run far I had to cut her ass out 'cause she ain't wanna let me fuck I get silly off that Henny tryna fuck a nigga up I got my niggas in this bitch, so boy, it ain't no one on one Don't let me get outside the club murder one, somebody done Get to bangin' at the crowd and watch everybody run Got a choppa in the car, I ain't bring this bitch for nun And if I go in the back seat, you bet' not run, let's make it fun I'on really like to rap 'cause I put drillin' number one You better hope a angel with you, you get caught without that gun You a bitch and you know it and yo' partner is too New opp pack in the air, but niggas dyin' ain't nun new 38 in the club, you better not scuff my fuckin' shoes Or spill a drink on my clothes, bitch 'cause everything new Stripper bitch on that pole, bring her home, I want it too Quick 30 wit' no Perc, you match it what the weed do He rap that shit wit' them guys then he gettin' banged too 50 round on the stick, show you what that thing do Bruh been actin' like he on it, we gon' crack his brain too Don't come outside, his bitch-ass died and the guys blame you You gon' hide or you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through So we can park the fuckin' car, go to yo' hood and swang too Run a opp nigga down, leave his brains on the shoe Wit' the gang choppa bang bitch, we aim when we shoot Mask on gloves tight when I'm flamin' at you We'll never leave a witness, bitch, we stain in them too