Tweaking Lyrics

You don't believe in the cool breeze, from Miami to Texas

Ayy, what else

Ayy, what else

Yeah, what else

Ayy, his body still tweakin

Tryna go on and hit the cut

Now his ass leaky

Fuck a bad dog run up on me

Now he steady tweakin

Hoppin' through the backseat

And choppin' shit up

He be dippin' on that neck

Now he can't even get up

I told Brody check his legs

Brody tryna tuck and roll

He don't want that 4x4

You know he can't get away

Hoppin' through the backseat

He ain't gettin' up

Ayy, I told Brody take that R.I.P

Tryna hit his top

Nigga dig he can't get up

And I hit her in his top

Put my dick out in her stomach

And she give me that walk

Now wish a nigga would

Brody put a gun up on his block

Hit that bitch

And he can't even duck

Hit them niggas up

With them 203s

That's how I set them 203s

And put them on his knees

Wish a nigga would

Now he steady tweakin

Run up and back up

Run up on me

Niggas tryna start a beef

I don't give a fuck

You know my nigga down to creep

Hoppin' through the backseat

Tryna shoot shit up

I wish a nigga would

You know we gon' hit that cut

Let that switchy hit your back

He ain't gettin' up

7.62s

You know we gon' hit that cut

308s hop through the backseat

We gon' chop shit up

Wish a nigga would

Brody tryna tuck and roll

Put him in that wood

Smokin' on that exotic gas

Like I'm Snoop Dogg

I wish a nigga would

Walk your bitch down the street like a dog

Wish a nigga would

Nigga, I feel like Brown Hog

Hit the cut

And I know that he a bitch

He can't never get away

I be walkin' around this bitch

Out here, I lean

Yeah, that's where they Frankenstein

Nigga, that is not no pop

Nigga, codeine

Wish a nigga would

Spoon that choline

Find a nigga bad

Now run up on me

Hit you with the green bean

Wish a nigga would

Brody, I'm tryna go college scene

Let that switchy hit your back

With them RIPs

Find a nigga bad

Now run up on me

Put him on his knees

Yeah, the way I talk

So I be echo in the hollow point

It was tuck and tuck

Hit that bitch up for the game

Tryna whip that bitch up

Tryna hit his nigga top

Tryna try and hit the cut

Ay, what else

What else

And what a nigga did

He can't never get away

I be walkin' around this bitch

Out here, I lean

Yeah, that's where they Frankenstein