TKSZ ft. G Youngin Lyrics

Look, watch that car, I think it's opp I'm paranoid, So I be tweakin' for the pop

Just Made 19, I'm on my top, get out your top Nigga, just got the drop, I'm finna sit on

All my opps With it, bitch and I ain't talkin' bout Location

Every time we spin they set, nobody out, that Bitch be vacant

Bougie bitch got hella ass, I'm tryna see if she could take it

I'm a taker, I hop out and shoot shit up I'm sendin' Shit straight to they maker

Think I'm workin' for Cap One, bitch, I'm addicted To the paper

Sights on, don't need a laser Big stick came with a Switch, you try to run

then I'ma chase ya Bitch, I feel like Mr. Baker, we Make niggas

Change route Ever since that storm cleared, I Never seen the same drought Since then, I had a Fed mouth

Let's get straight to the fed talk Won't talk too Much up in this song, that shit might bring the Feds out Young beedo cut his dreads off, we hit They

Block and speed out Bitch, don't come round here For a feature

We'll bite your head off I speak the truth up in my Music

Go ask my momma, she aprove it Since 13, I've Been a problem

Ain't got no mind, bitch, I'll lose it But bitch don't play me like I'm stupid

Ain't got time for lovin' bitches Reason one, don't Fuck with Cupid

I went to school with that lil' nigga His reputation Was a goofy

Lil' bitch don't make me flash out I'm still at heads Behind my potna

Bitch don't make me crash out Make me pull that Bag out

Big stick, I brought my mask out We spin, they block

With bookoo shots, them niggas almost passed out

Yeah, I hit they block, I'm tweakin' I can barley, go to fuckin' sleep

Cause a nigga fightin' demons Sit behind that hard nigga

Can't see me, feel like I'm John Cena Young four, don't listen

But I don't be trippin' cause that's how I used to be

Don't be beggin' me why a nigga grindin' Cause I'm tryin' to eat

I told my momma that I'm a gangsta She said, that's fine with me

I got this stick sittin on my lap Nigga better not follow me

Jump out on a nigga block davo put that smack on him

Niggas, they ain't even cock I'll go on a drill with no shoes on

just to show y'all I'm tweeking to smack some

Nigga tweakin' to add up a body count I den fell in love with them smackers

Tote a 4in up in baka , Duck bitch fuckin' on the rat

Pound sign when you see the trap Only eat her pussy when it's waxed

Nigga turnin' up to the max Nigga still gettin' back for crack

CLX nigga in the act Caught my first body, I was happy

Big B turned me up with trappin' Blicked a nigga Down, he started dancin

If he say I'm pussy, he was cappin' I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin

I'm the type that's heads up with the crashin' Broad day, see the opps in traffic

Shoot the police if they in my mix That's what Happened when them pistols blasting

200s got me with some ratchets Fuck her good, Then I gotta pass it

Drop the window let that fully off I'm in traffic, Bashin' with them smackers

Bitch, G-Young and I got Davo with me,

Nigga know what the fuck it is, man Nigga Smackin' shit

Fuck boy, yeah, yeah, nigga, get up with us

Yeah, suck my dick, and nigga gon' kill you in the

Man, look, I ain't about to do all that, hear me

See me in person, hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, you gon' see me, nigga