Tweakin

Lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck] (Ramsay Tha Great) (Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killing it) Gang, gang All these motherfuckin' drugs (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Skrrt, turn up (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: FBG Duck] I was coolin', smokin' reefer (Dope) 'til I got a phone call from Lisa (Brrt) Lisa say she wanna have a threesome Lisa got a friend named Keshia Keshia came over and they got to doin' molly, and they started geekin' Okay, yes, I thought I was tweakin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy) So I called my shooter up, the one who will shoot you for no damn reason Lisa pussy good, Keshia head decent I shouldn't've popped a molly with them bitches, now they got me tweakin' [Verse 1: FBG Duck] Okay, that threesome shit was decent, uh-huh, yeah Until I startеd thinkin', "Why the fuck this bitch just call me for no damn reason?" (Truе) She thought she was sneaky, uh-huh, yeah 'Til I came over with that thing pokin' out my hip, it ain't a beeper I got juice, no Beetle, huh, huh, yeah And these fuckin' guns that I'm totin' in the city, they are so illegal I will leave you see-through, mhm, hmm I will fuck your mamacita, tell 'em, "Hi, nice to meet you" Uh, niggas be thinkin' they sneaky, huh, huh, yeah (Goof'-ass) Got these bitches off the molly, now they out their body, got 'em sneakin' and geekin' What the fuck is you thinkin'? Hey, hey, yeah Tried to get the presi', I will let you meet the fuckin' Desert Eagle [Chorus: FBG Duck] I was coolin', smokin' reefer (Dope) 'til I got a phone call from Lisa (Brrt) Lisa say she wanna have a threesome Lisa got a friend named Keshia Keshia came over and they got to doin' molly, and they started geekin' Okay, yes, I thought I was tweakin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) So I called my shooter up, the one who will shoot you for no damn reason Lisa pussy good, Keshia head decent I shouldn't've popped a molly with them bitches, now they got me tweakin' [Verse 2: BornRich Trill & FBG Duck] Okay, I'ma need a Bimmer (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Call the chauffeur, tell him, "I'ma need a driver, we can't fit in the two-seater" (Skrrt, oh) Fuck a molly, pour a liter (Yeah) I got problems, she got answers, drop the top and go bananas while I blow this diesel (Oh) You can't hit my Keshia (No), I can't fuck with Lisa Lisa got that shit that make you keep her, I just can't believe her I get 'em cheaper (Yeah), bitch, I'm fresh from Costa Rica Off them jets, now I got checks for all my peoples, look BRN, FBG (Gang), real street nigga like B.G. (Woo) Do this for son-son and Meek Meek (True), I got gas in a blunt, that's DP (Dope) Two bad bitches with me, that's three-deep with like three heats (Bah), and that's fact, niggas Got fucked up, then I phoned up (Brrt), then we both fuckin' that stack, nigga (Gang) [Chorus: FBG Duck] I was coolin', smokin' reefer (Dope) 'til I got a phone call from Lisa (Brrt) Lisa say she wanna have a threesome Lisa got a friend named Keshia Keshia came over and they got to doin' molly, and they started geekin' Okay, yes, I thought I was tweakin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) So I called my shooter up, the one who will shoot you for no damn reason Lisa pussy good, Keshia head decent I shouldn't've popped a molly with them bitches, now they got me tweakin'