Pure Nem Tweakin ft. Baby Pure & Glock117 Lyrics

Unhuh, Unhuh

Gooo, Gooo, Gooo, Unhuh, Yeahhh

Foenem tweaking off that x

They trying to spin till they get dizzy

We been dumping off them loads they know we the richest in the city

Took a freak lil bitch to the telly she trying to let me suck them titties

Got to much power with this drac i'm tryna shoot sum shit like Fifty

Fn bullets crip like Nipsey

Say she love me cuz she tipsy

I can't fuck with her no more my ex just called and said she miss me

Cut my homie off he was switching

Call up unk to get them switches

Took my cousin out this shit ever

Since he died i been acting different

Cuz just poured another line he get to

High that nigga ignorant

Fuck his bitch i go deep in it

Five % you cant see in it

Teacher told me i wasn't gone be shit

Now i'm making more than ha pension

Red seats in this whip fully loaded spend four-five just on the engine

I be turnted up in city youngest with motion up it in the Raq

Popped out at saks i spent a bag i got amiri on my back

When i get on and get that check we tint and bullet proof that lac

Long love my brother was a demon RIP the biggest slatt nigga

Unhuhh, RIP The biggest Slatt Nigga, Unhuhh RIP The biggest Slatt Nigga,

Unhuhh Big Puree Don't Get whacked Nigga,

Unhuhh Ayee, Ayee

Foenem tweaking

Hold on, take yo time, Ayee, take yo time, take yo time

Foenem tweaking

Foenem tweaking off them perks they trying to spin till they see ghost

Boss Nigga from the trenches we buy switches not for show

I got his lo he at the store she sent the drop I'm like for sure?

I ain't never been that type i'm bout to put him through that door

On the e-way with the scale I'm on the road bagging smoke

Super numbers get 'em gone i want 2k for a bow

I a take one for a verse or u just book me, four a show

And I'm always high if i don' like your vibe i fuck your hoe

Man the Biggest Pure the bitches know wassup soon as i come around

Golden child trying play them games foe nem might gun him down

And I'm Up in traffic with lil Gliz got like a hundred pounds

And I got a fifty, g got a fifty whats that's a hundred rounds

We really do that homework sit outside we got the drop

I don't do shit first I do it worse I promise I don't got opps

I a sell a P up in my flops cause its a button up on my Glock

I Ran it up just out a mobile office with switches in my car nigga

Foe nem tweaking off emotions don't need drugs to go get wild

Gave em six just like i'm Sharks you know it's hot I don't do mild

Can't no label get my name it's on the floor like laying towels

Feel like the truest in the game don't fuck with me I don't know how

Pure four the win un huh

And if you play just know yo days come to a end un huh

Hop in that straight Me, Gottooo, E we tryna spin un huh

I love you Trey forever Eight it's in my skin

Speak on his name we sin

No you won't speak again

Talking crazy on these beats cause it get like that

Walk him down go for a stroll no way to get his life back

Momma crying on the phone she knew her son wasn't like that

Lil bro took his pole it anit no way to get his pipe back uh

We can go pound for pound, go bow for bow

Let's go Hoe for Hoe

We can go toe toe

Go pole for pole you know how that's gone go

New gen ima let blow

Right through your fro

I tried to touch a nose

I'm riding with Lil Moe

Like four poles

We trying to up the sco

Bitch