Lyrics

Kid Suda(Intro: I dedicate this to Empire Alabama)(hook) I don't Sleep, I don't eat, All I do Is Tweak N' Geek and shake my bottle, I shake a bottle. Ooh what I'm tryna tell ya' homie It ain't no joke, Mane I got some fire dope cookin In my bottle, I shake my bottle. I shake It, I burp It, then I pass It to my homie's. I'm wide eyed geeked up and all them tweaker's know That I be shakin bakin steady put the pseudoe In tha powder. Sign off for my boxes got It ready In a hour, on time with my dope, Blow your mind with my dope, Flippen G's stackin paper on tha grind with my dope. All them junkie's gettin broker, I'm gettin richer It's a money makin Thang don't you get the fuckin picture. Alabama In the palm of my hand, Got customers from Huntsville all the way to Birmingham, tha economy Is down but my dope games up. Dawg whatcha lookin for I prolly got It In tha trunk, sweet home Alabama. The state that don't sleep, Meth Mountain gotta documentary on A& E mane I love the heard of Dixie so I keep It spun out, Keep It shakin In tha Dirty Dirty South, bruh.(hook) I don't sleep, I don't eat, All I do Is Tweak N' Geek and shake my bottle, I shake that bottle. Ooh what I'm tryna tell ya' homie It ain't no joke, Mane I got some fire dope cookin In my bottle, I shake that bottle. Coleman camp fuel, cold pack, lye, lithium and pseudoephed. That's my recipie to keep me from goin to bed, I smoke It to the head, Tha dope Is got me straight geeked, I don't think I slept. In 3 straight week's, Peepin through tha blind's lookin for the Bush Monkey's, all my home boy's Is dope boy's N' needle junkie's. Trailer park chemist, dope boy SWAG, Gotta halfa pound a dope In a freezer bag. Whatcha want, whatcha need boy I'ma hook ya' up getta gram a Shake N' Bake for a 100 Bucks, them Fed's hate me but tha dope hoe's love me, Well they will hear every fuckin body singin.(hook) I don't sleep, I don't eat, All I do Is Tweak N' Geek and shake that bottle, I shake that bottle. Ooh what I'm tryna tell ya' homie It ain't no joke, Mane I got some fire dope cookin In My bottle, sha shake shake my bottle. Straight up out the heart of Blount County, Alabama. Trappin out ma trailer got me walkin with that Swagga, slung a little dope got em hooked on syringe's. Now I got em tradin me their Beamer's and their Benzez. Run It thru tha filter, Then I hit It fire one day I'll shake enough dope to retire. Anhydrous phosphorus, what tha fuck ya' lookin for? The money come to me, who tha fuck ya' think I'm cookin for? Pete's Shake N' Bake crackin back on my Reynold's Wrap, Hit It couple times'll make you have a fuckin heart attack. Run to Walgreen's, get me some pseudoephed. We ain't goin to bed.(hook) Cause I don't sleep no I don't eat, All I do Is Tweak N' Geek and shake that bottle, I shake that bottle. Ooh what I'm tryna tell ya' homie It ain't no joke, Mane I got some fire dope cookin In my bottle, I shake that bottle.(
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