TWEAKIN TWEAKIN Lyrics

I admit that

Bad bitches i can't do without

When we pop out gotta match up all my swag n my fashion

Lemme find out

That you do it for the clout

What this fake shit all about and am i wrong just for askin?

Tweakin , geekin'

Type of love that change up by the seasons

Demons

Really run around me for no reason

Cut the grass so ain't no niggas snaking me

Got it out the mud and I'll be damned if they'll be breaking me

I'll let chu know

I gotta bad reputation if you listen to them hoes

We don't need them in our business could we keep it in the low?

I just want a private dance

See what you do on the pole

If you just gave me a chance i could dig us out this hole

Roll it up n smoke a wood it go straight back to the dome

Its the ones that get high witchu that be plotting on the low

Use to drown in muddy drugs till i found a way to float

I admit that

Bad bitches i can't do without

When we pop out gotta match up all my swag n my fashion

Lemme find out

That you do it for the clout

What this fake shit all about and am i wrong just for askin?

Tweakin, geekin'

Type of love that change up by the seasons

Demons

Really run around me for no reason

Cut the grass so ain't no niggas snakin me

Got it out the mud and I'll be damned if they'll be breaking me

I've been the illest in the room so tell me who the fuck you tweakin on?

Feel myself outside my body every time them speakers on

Peeping how you move, fuck what you say n who you speaking on

Nobody ever got me like i got me just leave me alone

Sing along, n play me everyday like this yo favorite song

They praying on a nigga to be down but all them days a gone

Wonder if my bitch gon be my bitch if all my paper gone

They asking where I'm at I'm probably somewhere in the danger zone

I admit that

Bad bitches i can't do without

When we pop out gotta match up all my swag n my fashion

Lemme find out

That you do it for the clout

What this fake shit all about and am i wrong just for askin?

Tweakin, geekin'

Type of love that change up by the seasons

Demons

Really run around me for no reason

Cut the grass so ain't no niggas snakin me

Got it out the mud and I'll be damned if they'll be breaking me