Tweak Shit

[Verse] Smoke dead niggas to the face, come on bitch, yeah, we can match Yeah, it's a fifty on the Glock, that's why the clip looking so fat Caught that nigga ass lacking, hollows ate that nigga back Fuck the plug, bitch, I'ma call him and just walk out with the pack It's a thirty on my nine, I walk down, don't need a splat We done popped a couple niggas, fuck the opps, tell 'em it's dap Fuck that dead ass nigga, you crying, can't get him back You gon' hop on live tweaking, we gon' pop up, where you at? I haven't popped out all weekend, you tweaking, like "Where you at?" And he be dissing on the gang, his brain, we just melted that Don't think they taking one of ours, don't worry, we spin it back Off with his head, knock off his dreads and knock his fucking pelvis back We drop locations on the daily, they faking, they [?] Can't get him, we get his lady, just gon' push up, fit it back All that tweaking on the net, I hope you really living that Boy, I be chasing niggas down, hope you don't think you running fast We [?] drama, we tote choppas, we bring you where your mama at Hogtie her ass up and put her in his garbage can Toe tag, body bag, put these hoes 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 getting to the bag I fucked his sister and his B, I'm not that pussy nigga, mad Bro stop the car, I'm hopping out, I jump back in, you max the gas I think that bitch had a lil' turbo, bro be driving extra fast She crying but her baby not dead, mama extra sad But I'm looking for your brother, I can't wait to catch his ass Can't get one and not the other [?], extra mag Catch them groupies, getting to it, I'ma stretch one them ass I can't [?] left his mask It's 'cause he left him, the most well of them [?] in a body bag Ain't no coming back from that, lil' pussy boy, you extra sad Oh, you remember search and killing but left your fucking man Smoking [?] who killed himself, I start to choke, this hella gas Get in my feelings and smoke tiki, that's when I get extra mad Thirty-three up in this glizzy, finger fuck it extra fast Catch a 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 toting 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 toting bag [Outro] Haha Gang shit nigga they all know how the fuck we rocking [?] gang shit nigga, rest up Ralo They all know how we fucking rocking, nigga I ain't even gotta say too much Fuck [?], Breezy in this bitch, nigga