TWEAKERS

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby] If I'm on yo' ass, I'm on yo' ass, fuck who you know Only the family can play wit' me, I tweak like Doodie Lo When this shit be on the floor, they know I'ma shoot, for sure (Fah) When I find out 'bout they hideout, niggas better move they lo' (Huh) They can't run when we shoot, boy, I pop out wit' a smirk Man, that lil' nigga Skilla stay wit' bands like Lil Durk (Yee) When we pop out wit' them switches, we put niggas on a shirt Them ten mill' bullets hurt, shiesty on, time to lurk (Huh) Call my .45 dirty, bitch, we gettin' niggas burnt We be spinnin' like a CD, go back, we tryna repeat The killas know it mean pull up, I'm out herе yellin', "Skee-yee" (Huh) When I yell, "Yee-yee," thеm boys know to rob somethin' [Verse 2: Rob49] That lil' ten bag wasn't enough, we puttin' a hundred on lil' son I can't say too much on whacks, they know we slump shit where I'm from Want him dead? Yeah, fuck him, we don't care 'bout who he know 7.62s leave a fuckboy bald-head like Doodie Lo Fuck wit' Skilla, that's my nigga, if I catch dude, I'ma kill him Vulture in that Trailblazer shootin' shit like Dame Lillard I'm that one that pressed dude, lotta said that he ain't in it I been in my feelings lately, I keep takin' painkillers (Hoo) I ain't ever like them niggas, no, I'm tryna tell you, huh Stop wit' all that sneak-ass smoke and we inhale it, nigga I know niggas who snaked out they dog, and I don't feel it All I want is cuz' in this car 'cause he a killa, huh Woke up and just like dank, huh Crack house always stank, huh Potion look like paint, huh Codeine look like paint, nigga 49, he got rank, huh, I could pull some strings in here Real dog nigga, big 49 done fucked some famous bitches [Verse 3: Doodie Lo] I got a 30 on my waist, he a lick, well, let's rob somethin' We was drillin', wakin' up in the morning about five somethin' Why the fuck that nigga tuckin' his jewelry? 'Cause the guys comin' I'm wit' killers, nigga, ain't no security, I ain't hidin' nothin' I put that money on his head (Yeah) Play wit' me, you dead (Bitch) Them killas, they gon' do whatever I say like Simon Says (Go) I'm a bald-head, rich nigga, hit him in them dreads Nigga did too much talkin', bitch, you sent him to the feds In Detroit, I'm at Coney Island, posted up wit' Skilla On the internet, we don't react, folks already killed him We done caught his goofy ass, he playin' monkey in the middle Fuck, I think I'm kinda rusty, I ain't spin up in a minute [Verse 4: Rob49] He still spinnin' every day, I guess some niggas never learn I know nigga super turnt, but they ain't takin' care they children That ten milli' hit like Usher, tryna let a nigga burn I be stayin' to myself, but I won't get dude hurt Lord, I be outside late, alright I'm tryna go catch a play, alright You fucked who? I don't like dude, tell him stay from out the way, bitch He a two-time felon, how you let bro catch a case? (Hoo) When them niggas can't be 'part of some shit, they start to hate Johnny Manziel, I touch down and cause hell (Yeah) [Outro: Rob49] Yeah, big 49, big 4God Playin' wit' a nigga, Krazy Man