Tweaked (feat. Dougie B & Shani Boni)

Kick it in my city, I bet it get gritty
Straight facts in my songs, I'm causing attention
DOA fiend and I wreck shit
Baddie from Texas
Money been stacking like Tetris (Grrah, grrah)
S, double m, M-O-B ain't no bigger than me
If he jackin', then bitch I'm jackin', like
They told my brother: "See, I ain't no other"
I swear I been ready to dead shit
I'mma just keep it a hunnid, these niggas on nothing
They rapping and don't even bread shit
Me and bro, we put the hood on the map
All them niggas is cap, but the real really get it

He tweaked, he geeked
He tweaked, he geeked
He tweaked, he geeked (Ayy!)
He tweaked, he geeked! (Ayy!)

She ain't even got her bands up (Bitch!)
Bet I got thirty right now, you ain't more than my Fanta
Pop out, 2, 3, 4 Glock's, put ya hands up
Wet a nigga, hit a nigga mans up
These bitches play dirty, these niggas fugazi
Do you dirty, do you bad on camera
Got a nigga on go, my nigga dont talk
Just drill, get killed with no answers (Boom!)
I'm gifted
Told him go higher, he upped it and lifted (Uh, uh)
Bitches want smoke, I'ma roll it and spliff it
Hang with them niggas, get hit with the victim
But for a body? My cousin was with it
Like, bitches be dissing but all in my mentions
Niggas be chattin', let's get right to the business
I'm moving, no dissing, he shoot till it's empty
I'm at his head, we gon' pump till it pop
We got unlimited bullets and Glocks
Take out a Ruger, don't run up; get shot
I'm a pretty lil bitch but my money get rocks
Geekin', bitches...
You, uh, get stitched (What?)
These niggas? Is bitches
I'm a gangsta ass bitch, I'm bad, he wishing

Kick it in my city, I bet it get gritty
Straight facts in my songs, I'm causing attention
DOA fiend and I wreck shit
Baddie from Texas
Money been stacking like Tetris (Grrah, grrah)
S, double m, M-O-B aint no bigger than me
If he jackin', then bitch I'm jackin', like
They told my brother: "See, I ain't no other"
I swear I been ready to dead shit
I'mma just keep it a hunnid, these niggas on nothing
They rapping and don't even bread shit
Me and bro, we put the hood on the map
All them niggas is cap, but the real really get it

He tweaked, he geeked
He tweaked, he geeked
He tweaked, he geeked (Ayy!)
He tweaked, he geeked! (Like what?)

Said he had tweaked, like "yeah, we gon' see" (Like what?)
Known to geek, bitches diss Shani B
Like, watch how you step if you stepping to me
I aint jackin no bitch that aint checkin with me
Like damn, if a nigga move wrong, he left
Niggas say it's lit for a bitch, I'm like bet
And I'm sliding with a stick, all black, Nike Tech
And this .40 got a kick, no cap, big flex
Oh, he tweakin? Bro, leave him
Brodie hop out the V and get to squeezing
Show no remorse and leave his body leaking
If you ain't got it on you, why you reachin?
Oh, he geekin? Like say that
Passing the knock, my niggas finna spray that (Boom, boom, boom!)
Spinning the block, my niggas, we dont play that
Have a bitch get the drop, find out where you lay out
Like most of these niggas be fans
But they hating and shit, so it's all for the gram
(Like damn) I'll throw that lil' bitch in the van
If we cant get to her, we gon get to her mans
(Like damn) I ain't into making all the shows
But it's up with whoever jackin', they want smoke
I got bro in the car, I know he finna throw
If the boys pulling up, I know he aint gon fold

Kick it in my city, I bet it get gritty
Straight facts in my songs, I'm causing attention
DOA fiend and I wreck shit
Baddie from Texas
Money been stacking like Tetris (Grrah, grrah)
S, double m, M-O-B aint no bigger than me
If he jackin', then bitch I'm jackin', like
They told my brother: "See, I ain't no other"
I swear I been ready to dead shit
I'mma just keep it a hunnid, these niggas on nothing
They rapping and don't even bread shit
Me and bro, we put the hood on the map
All them niggas is cap, but the real really get it