Tweakin' Together

(UH)

And I know these n***as mad as fuck

Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (TM)

Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up

And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up

Bitch i’m off that dope for real

These n***as ain’t got no swag for real

And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag)

High as fuck, got jetlag for real

This mac 11 come with a 32 mag for real

And me and that n***a geeked we be tweakin’ together

And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather

That n***a just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether

Ain’t no n***a totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather

I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, thats cool

Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool

No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool

And I don’t gotta show my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Hell nah)

Santana ima flex on you

And I don’t gotta shake my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Okay okay)

Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you (Go)

Bitch these vvs on my neck wet like a fucking pool (Go)

And I know these n***as mad asf

Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (Tm)

Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up

And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up

Bitch i’m off that dope for real

These n***as aint got no swag for real

And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag)

High as fuck, got jetlag for real

This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real

(Yeah, yeah)

This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real

And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real