Tweaking (Slap 4) Lyrics

In the city smoking herb with the bros, really feeling like gangland

White boy said my music trash, outlined his body that's a spray tan

Niggas talking way too crazy now, might need to get these niggas checked or sum

Body bag after body bag like a nigga NCIS or sum

Told yall niggas three times that my shit slap really put the blame on me

Fourth one killing all you niggas, while yo girl tryna have a rest with me

Way that I've been cooking shit tell Yatchy I'm the secret recipe

And honestly if you ain't TSA then none you niggas really checking me

Back in 16 I did the photoshoots now niggas really do the same thing

Back in 18 I let the hair grew then niggas really tried to steal the wave

Trendsetter, you should know better

Than to not give me my fucking props

Take a photo where you at now

Cause in a minute yall niggas cropped

Got backed stabbed thought I would bleed out

But the scent had my dogs coming through

Couple Ks and a couples 9s and the scent got us coming straight to you

I ain't even gotta bang shit but the bros know a nigga locked in

And you should know if the price is right then on anyone we gon fucking spin

Last slap that im finna do cause this shit tiring if I'm being honest

That's why my niggas toting iron and we pumping shit like it's fucking hydraulics

Don't play when it's my name we teaching practical lessons now

Don't need a Tech to take him out the game if he really wanna act foul

They see a nigga out spending bands man I told you I would get it back

Wrote this shit in 10 minutes not even serious and it fucking slapped

Let a nigga say that this wack guarantee nigga really getting slapped

Slap a nigga, broke his bitch off, he ain't ever gonna get his lick back

In the city smoking herb with the bros, really feeling like gangland

White boy said my music trash, outlined his body that's a spray tan

Niggas talking way too crazy now, might need to get these niggas checked or sum

Body bag after body bag like a nigga NCIS or sum

Told yall niggas three times that my shit slap really put the blame on me

Fourth one killing all you niggas, while yo girl tryna have a rest with me

Way that I've been cooking shit tell Yatchy I'm the secret recipe

And honestly if you ain't TSA then none you niggas really checking me

I'm tweaking