(Hold up this Krafty Beat?)
They want that old Dot, huh? Tell the DJ run it back
2020 straight choppas' I ain't f*ckin' wit' that strap
He jus keep on tweakin' I'ma pop his f*ckin' hat
Watch his mans cry about it tell his ass laugh at that
If I jump out on yo' ass it ain't no chance you bussin' 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 they block, we poppin' out, so where y'all at?
Four deep in this rental heel 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 lets go and make a pack
Don't you speak on all that shit 'cause I'll get you gone for that
We gon' f*ckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit
F*ck that nigga 'cause he dead 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 f*ckin state champ so yo' ass won't run far
I had to cut her ass off 'cause she ain't wanna let me f*ck
I get silly off that Henny tryna f*ck 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 ain't bring this bitch for none'
And if I go in the backseat you bet' not run that make it fun
I'on't 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 nothin' new
.38 in the club you better not scuff my f*ckin shoes
I spill drink on my clothes bitch 'cause everything new
Stripper bitch on that pole bring her home I want it too
Quick 30 wit' no Perky, matchin' what the weed do
He rap that shit wit' them guys then he gettin' banged too
50-rounder 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 f*ckin' 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
Jdot Breezy - Tweak Shit, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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English
(Hold up this Krafty Beat?)
They want that old Dot, huh? Tell the DJ run it back
2020 straight choppas' I ain't f*ckin' wit' that strap
He jus keep on tweakin' I'ma pop his f*ckin' hat
Watch his mans cry about it tell his ass laugh at that
If I jump out on yo' ass it ain't no chance you bussin' 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 they block, we poppin' out, so where y'all at?
Four deep in this rental heel 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 lets go and make a pack
Don't you speak on all that shit 'cause I'll get you gone for that
We gon' f*ckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit
F*ck that nigga 'cause he dead 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 f*ckin state champ so yo' ass won't run far
I had to cut her ass off 'cause she ain't wanna let me f*ck
I get silly off that Henny tryna f*ck 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 ain't bring this bitch for none'
And if I go in the backseat you bet' not run that make it fun
I'on't 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 nothin' new
.38 in the club you better not scuff my f*ckin shoes
I spill drink on my clothes bitch 'cause everything new
Stripper bitch on that pole bring her home I want it too
Quick 30 wit' no Perky, matchin' what the weed do
He rap that shit wit' them guys then he gettin' banged too
50-rounder 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 f*ckin' 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
They want that old Dot, huh? Tell the DJ run it back
2020 straight choppas' I ain't f*ckin' wit' that strap
He jus keep on tweakin' I'ma pop his f*ckin' hat
Watch his mans cry about it tell his ass laugh at that
If I jump out on yo' ass it ain't no chance you bussin' 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 they block, we poppin' out, so where y'all at?
Four deep in this rental heel 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 lets go and make a pack
Don't you speak on all that shit 'cause I'll get you gone for that
We gon' f*ckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit
F*ck that nigga 'cause he dead 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 f*ckin state champ so yo' ass won't run far
I had to cut her ass off 'cause she ain't wanna let me f*ck
I get silly off that Henny tryna f*ck 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 ain't bring this bitch for none'
And if I go in the backseat you bet' not run that make it fun
I'on't 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 nothin' new
.38 in the club you better not scuff my f*ckin shoes
I spill drink on my clothes bitch 'cause everything new
Stripper bitch on that pole bring her home I want it too
Quick 30 wit' no Perky, matchin' what the weed do
He rap that shit wit' them guys then he gettin' banged too
50-rounder 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 f*ckin' 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
Writer: Jacorey River
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC