TWEAK SH!T ft. Lil Tek Lyrics

Snotty

Rock that shit out Harri

Nigga

I can't love no thot

Know we lay down in his bushes, sit & plot

Hood just like a dealership, you know I left a lot

Dumbass nigga got killed for claiming something that he not

I was trying to catch them plays I ain't give a fuck I was sneaking out

With that stick, yea twin be tripping

Yea he tweaking out

Nigga keep doing all that internet shit, what the fuck he tweeting 'bout?

We gon' spin that block every goddamn day

We don't care if it get hot

Think my pockets need some ice, know they carrying big knots

Know we get them bags in the trap, then we get it out

Yea lil JR get to tweaking with that stick, he'll spray yo' spot

LuhB trying to be in the trap every goddamn day, he trying to stir that pot

1055 yea we down to ride

Pop up at yo' job

We gon' wait for you to come outside

Nigga play with us

We spray his spot up

We don't care who inside

Im in the studio with Lil Tek

He gon come through, spray that 9

& I'm smoking on lil C A M in the booth, it got me fried (Haha)

Man them niggas tried to spin our block

They missed, you can say they tried

you can say they tried

I can't even count how many that died

We gon' take em for that ride

Hopping in a car, we finna slide

Smoking on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 opps it got me fried

Nigga keep screaming out that snott shit boy you not my kind

Boy you not my kind, heard you was dropping dimes

Soon as I catch up with you I swear to god I'm swinging that iron

Yo' fam gon' put you on a picture for all that shit you was saying online

His ass can't walk no more, 10 of these bullets had hit his spine

I hear the drac' hit a stutter

Chopping shit up this a cutter

Niggas ain't been through that struggle

But I really did bitch I came from the gutter

I really started from 0 I ran my shit up & I made my shit double

I fucked around & got on my shit

I can fuck on yo' bitch, I put ice on my wrist

I sip on that activist, don't sip on no wock

Don't sip on no trist

I fucked around & passed the bitch to one of my bros, yea that's an assist

But it's up to him if he catch it

He texting my phone

I ain't reading the message

Pull up on they block & we stretch it

Hundred something shots, we ain't shooting nothing less

We don't even shoot at yo' chest, ain't even no point in you wearing that vest

We take headshots, leave his block a mess

Niggas ain't got shit to they name, I can't beef with a pest

He say he be clapping shit, put 'em to the test

My opp was tired of getting spinned but now he can get his rest

(My opp was tired of getting spinned but now he can get his rest)

(My opp was tired of getting spinned but now he can get his rest)

1055 yea we down to ride

Pop up at yo' job

We gon' wait for you to come outside

Nigga play with us

We spray his spot up

We don't care who inside

I'm in the studio with Lil Tek

He gon come through, spray that 9

& I'm smoking on lil C A M in the booth, it got me fried

Man them niggas tried to spin our block

They missed, you can say they tried

you can say they tried