Tweak Shit

Smoke dead niggas to the face, come on, bitch, yeah, we can match It's a fifty on the Glock, that's why the clip lookin' so fat Caught that nigga ass lackin', hollows ate that nigga back Fuck the plug, bitch, I'ma cut him and just walk off with the pack It's a 30 on my nine, I walk down, don't need a splat We done popped a couple niggas, fuck the opps, tell 'em it's that Fuck that dead-ass nigga, you cryin', can't get him back You gon' hop on Live tweaking, we gon' pop up, where you at? I been popped out all weekend, you tweakin', like where you at? And he be dissin' on the gang, his brain, we dismantle that Don't think they takin' one of ours, don't worry, we spin it back Off with his head, knock off his dreads and knock his fuckin' pelvis back We drop locations on the daily, they fakin', ain't spin it yet Can't get him, we get his lady, just go push her fitted back All that tweakin' on the 'net, I hope you really livin' that Boy, I be chasing niggas down, hope you don't think you runnin' fast We 'bout drama, we tote choppers, we bring it where your mama at Hogtie her ass up and put her in his garbage can Toe tag, body bag, put these hollows on your ass You know lil' bro, he be on go, he call himself, just blast his ass Hell nah, we ain't broke, bitch, we be gettin' to the bag I fucked his sister and his BM, now that pussy nigga mad Bro, stop the car, I'm hoppin' out, I jump back in, you mash the gas I think that bitch had a lil' turbo, bro be drivin' extra fast She cryin' for her baby, now jit mama extra sad But I'm lookin' for jit brother, I can't wait to catch his ass Can't get one and not the other, fuck the six, stay extra mag Catch them groupies, get into it, I'ma stretch one of they ass I can't take Lil Popeye serious, I know that dude had left his mans Just 'cause he left him, them boys wet him, now jit in a body bag Ain't no comin' back from that, lil' pussy boy, you extra sad Oh, you a member, such a killer, but you left your fuckin' mans Smokin' dude who killed himself, I start to choke, this hella gas Get in my feelings and smoke Teki, that's when I get extra mad 33 up in this glizzy, finger-fuck it extra fast Catch an opp, I ain't have my gun, I fucked around and stole his ass He wanna run with them niggas, fuck it, we gon' smoke his ass Baby Drac' fit in my pants, I don't need a totin' bag He wanna run with them niggas, fuck it, we gon' smoke his ass Baby Drac' fit in my pants, I don't need a totin' bag Gang shit, nigga, y'all know how we fuckin' rockin' No hospital gang shit, nigga, rest up, Ralo Y'all know how we fuckin' rockin', nigga I ain't gotta say too much Fuck a nigga Jdot Breezy in this bitch, nigga Goofy-ass nigga, man Niggas already know what the fuck goin' on Tell a nigga go pick they mans up Silly-ass nigga