Lyrics

(MJ, I like this one)
(Is that Yung Trey?)
You ain't no tweaker, I'll show you how to tweak
**** be on my dick, go fuck they bitch, I swear you **** weak
Bounce out with three, put a **** right on the T, he tripped
Just press delete, my **** tweak, my **** tweak
My **** fucking tweak, uh
My game zap, shit to sleep, pick up your feet
Move slow, I got them beat, I'ma really die in the streets
Before I go, I bang my heat
Send the folks under with me
My **** be tripping on them beans
You move flake, they clear the scene
That brr, do the job for real
You ever seen a **** bleed?
You ever seen a ****?
You ever seen a **** bleed?
Call Baba, I need my bees
I'ma shoot this bitch to a clip
May God be with him
He a vet, we switching blitz
I need to stick
They start this car, jump out here
I'm all on peace, but fresh as fuck
I zip a **** in some fashion
Jump out fully smacking
Put on side, fully tap them
Make a **** poo for real
I think my **** doing magic
Lost my mind, my top gone
I don't want to talk, bitch, leave me alone
I told that ho, "Get off my phone"
I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous, I get a **** gone
Great men, I gotta make it out this shit, I'm bringing all my people with me
People snake, cut her head off
Ain't trying to fake kick it
I can do this shit by myself, don't need no **** with me
I roll the dice, I shook it twice, my second time, I made it right
I roll the dice, I shook it twice, my second time, I made it right
I'ma make it out, I'ma make it out
It's like I don't know child, make it out
You ain't no tweaker, I'll show you how to tweak
**** be on my dick, go fuck they bitch, I swear you **** weak
Bounce out with three, put a **** right on the T, he tripped
Just press delete, my **** tweak, my **** tweak
My **** fucking tweak, uh
My game zap, shit to sleep, pick up your feet
Move slow, I got them beat, I'ma really die in the streets
Before I go, I bang my heat
Send the folks under with me
Six times, ay, huh
You ain't no tweaker, **** know this shit get creeper
I done flipped that **** shit so many times, he know the reaper
Bottle of K2, I go dumb and dumb and dumb, it's nice to meet ya
We gon' come through full of y'all, sing gloss and shit, tryna delete ya
**** know that I'm a tweaker, I can hear me in your speaker
They won't bat me down about some shit I did to they people
How you tweak out with a tweaker?
Man, that shit ain't even equal
I come through and hit your block, or I come riding with the preacher
You can make me tweak out if you want to, it ain't nothing to reach you
I can call a brother and tell him, "Don't shoot", they just gotta beat you
We the ones that pounce out fast cars, you running like a cheetah
We the ones that pounce out fast cars and all black, I'm a tweaker
We the ones that pounce out fast cars, you running like a cheetah
We the ones that pounce out fast cars and all black, I'm a-
We the ones that pounce out fast cars and all black, I'm a tweaker
You ain't no tweaker, I'll show you how to tweak
**** be on my dick, go fuck they bitch, I swear you **** weak
Bounce out with three, put a **** right on the T, he tripped
Just press delete, my **** tweak, my **** tweak
My **** fucking tweak, uh
My game zap, shit to sleep, pick up your feet
Move slow, I got them beat, I'ma really die in the streets
Before I go, I bang my heat
Send the folks under with me
Written by: 38004L, Mup6
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