Tweak Shit, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Hold up this Krafty Beat?

[Verse]
They want that old dot, huh? Tell the DJ run it back
2020 straight choppas' I ain't f*ckin' wit that strap
He jus keep on tweakin' Ima pop his f*ckin' 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 yall 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 lets go and make a pack
Don't you speak on all that shit cause I'll get you gone for that
We gon' f*ckin kill his ass and makе a song bout' that shit
f*ck 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' causе 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 f*ckin state champ so yo ass won't run far
I had to cut her ass out cause she ain't wanna let me f*ck I get silly off that henny tryna f*ck 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 ian bring this bitch for nun
And if I go in the backseat you bet' not run lets make it fun
Ion 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 f*ckin shoes
Or spill a drink on my clothes bitch cause everything new
Strippa' 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 bitchass died and the guys blame you
You gon hide or you gon slide get that flame and swing through
So we can park the f*ckin 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

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