Tweak Shit, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Hold up, this Krafty Beat? [Verse] They want that old 'dot, huh? Tell the DJ, "Run it back" 2020, straight choppas', I ain't fuckin' wit' that strap He jus' keep on tweakin', I'ma pop his fuckin' hat Watch his mans cry about it, tell his ass, "Laugh at that" If I jump out on yo' ass ain't no change in bussing back All that Superman shit get yo' ass put on yo' back Niggas never had a pole, but he screamin' he don't lack Quick to say they in the block, we poppin' out jus' where ya'll at Four deep in this rental, hell nah, this ain't no splat We tryna watch this nigga die, in a few days, we double back Bro'nem tryna go and spin, he hit my line like, "Where you at?" They on the block right now, so let's go and make a pack Don't you speak on all that shit, 'cause I'll get you gone for that Wе gon' fuckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit Fuck that nigga 'cause he dеad, so carry on wit' that shit Bitch, I do my own work, so on my own, I'll blitz Niggas dissin' 'cause they mad 'bout them dead ass opps Hit them licks, then the head, once he drop, don't stop 30 clip on this glizzy, 50 on the AR In a Hemi wit' a semi, tryna catch me a opp Baby Ralo wit' the stick and I like jumpin' out the car 'Cause I'll chase yo' ass down and put nine in yo' top I'm a fuckin' state champ so yo' ass won't run far I had to cut her ass out 'cause she ain't wanna let me fuck I get silly off that Henny, tryna fuck a nigga up I got my niggas in this bitch, so boy, it ain't no one on one Don't let me get outside the club, murder one, somebody done Get to bangin' at the crowd and watch everybody run Got a choppa in the car, I'an bring this bitch for nun' And if I go in the backseat, you bet' not run, let's make it fun I'on really like to rap 'cause I put drillin' number one You better hope a angel with you, you get caught without that gun You a bitch, and you know it, and yo' partner is too New opp' pack in the air, but niggas dyin', ain't nun' new .38 in the club, you better not scuff my fuckin' shoes Or spill a drink on my clothes, bitch, 'cause everything new Strippa' bitch on that pole, bring her home, I want it too Quick 30 wit' no Perc', you match it what the weed do He rap that shit wit' them guys, then he gettin' banged too 50 round on the stick show you what that thing do Bruh been actin' like he on it, we gon' crack his brain too Don't come outside, his bitch-ass died and the guys blame you You gon' hide or you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through So we can park the fuckin' car go to yo' hood and swang too Run a opp nigga down, leave his brains on the shoe Wit' the gang, choppa bang, bitch, we aim when we shoot Mask on, gloves tight, when I'm flamin' at you We'll never leave a witness, bitch, we stain in them too