Tweakin Lyrics

I be rapping without trying

Got it down to science

Skating on this bitch just like my name was Sheckler yea Im Ryan

Stab the gas up on this coupe I left the ground they saw me flying

Hate a bitch who always lying shut yo lips hoe I ain't buying

I ain't buying it

She tryna be my wifey fuck that knot cause i ain't tying it

But I still give her dope dick the type that have her crying shit

She asked me what Im on I tell her Im on demon timing bitch

Im toxic tell my women that I love em

Knowing I ain't finna cuff em

Glasses on I had to buff em

If I up this pocket rocket make a nigga cupid shuffle

He aint got no fucking paper this lil nigga got the ruffles

I moved a P of lows but to the face Im smoking truffles

His bitch got my music in her playlist it came on the shuffle

I just beat my pockets left a knot we had a tussle

Once I get my nut hoe I ain't tryna cuddle

Pussy fallin out the sky landing in my lap I can't fumble

I cant fumble that shit bro that shit is literally given to me

Niggas fumble bags and the pussy I don't understand that shit

Aye but im back in

Blowing up my line my lil hoe tweakin

I just ate a jigga bitch im geekin

Copy paste my steeze you my lil son and my bitch fetus

I got so damn high though i was meeting Jesus

I got a slow homie call em beavis

Im hot come check my temperature

People come and go yall ass expendable

I just hit 2 twins they was identical

My backwood full of medical

He said he moving za his word ain't credible

Just look at how he move he kinda skeptical

I swear to God this clout shit be poison

You can be yourself or fake an image you got choices

Backwood to my face see Im too high Im hearing voices

But I wont go outside if I ain't high yall ass annoying

I can really do this in my sleep

Dont come around me talking bout no bullshit nigga beat yo feet

Im in a different bag they say Im turning up the heat

This Kitchen way too hot bitch Im popping like Im grease