Tweakin by Kae Guwapo Lyrics
[Intro]
Poloboy OH MY GOD!
[Pre-Chorus]
Hop up in the coupe, huh, then I do the dash (then I do the dash)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, I'm gettin' to the cash (to the cash)
Gotta slow down in the whip, I might crash (I might crash)
Flyin' on the 180, yeah, I'm goin' hella fast (yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand (cannot stand)
[Verse]
Hop up out the Jag, then I hop up in the coupe (skrr)
Dick on that gun and you know that I will shoot (I will shoot)
Fuckin' on yo bitch, yeah, she suck me like a tube (like a tube)
I'm gettin' to the bands, yeah, I'm gettin' to the loot (to the loot)
Run up on me wrong, swear to God, you gettin' popped (gettin' popped)
One wrong move and I swear, you gettin' shot (grrra)
Nigga talkin' down, he might get put in a box (grrra)
It's all in my name, cause I'm gettin' to the guap (ching)
And you know I keep up with that motherfuckin' gun (brrra)
Pull up to yo crib and I'm shootin' shit up (gratata)
Shoot yo whole body up and let it rot in the sun (in the sun)
And we do this shit fa real, we don't do this shit for fun (for the fun)
You ain't no man nigga, yeah, you just a lil' bitch (a lil' bitch)
Nigga swing and you gettin' hit in the lip (bratadam)
Nigga talkin' shit, we might throw him in the pit (pit)
Got a 38 in case a nigga wanna trip (wanna trip)
Nigga I'm so fly, just come look at my fit (at my fit)
Look at my kicks, you know I'm saucy as shit (shit)
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she suckin' on my dick (on my dick)
And before I let her fuck, she gon' let me eat her clit (eat her clit)
If that nigga talkin' tough, I might hit him with the clip (grrra)
With a Glock 17, it might hit em in his shit (grrra)
No I'm not Dex, but you know I got the drip (drip)
I don't smoke no crack, nigga, I smoke OG Kush (OG Kush)
Try to snitch on me, boy, I wish a nigga would (wish a nigga would)
When I hit a lick, I might have a nigga shook (nigga shook)
But I'm done with the verse, now let's go back to the hook (to the hook)
[Pre-Chorus]
Hop up in the coupe, huh, then I do the dash (then I do the dash)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, I'm gettin' to the cash (to the cash)
Gotta slow down in the whip, I might crash (I might crash)
Flyin' on the 180, yeah, I'm goin' hella fast (yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand (cannot stand)
Poloboy OH MY GOD!
[Pre-Chorus]
Hop up in the coupe, huh, then I do the dash (then I do the dash)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, I'm gettin' to the cash (to the cash)
Gotta slow down in the whip, I might crash (I might crash)
Flyin' on the 180, yeah, I'm goin' hella fast (yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand (cannot stand)
[Verse]
Hop up out the Jag, then I hop up in the coupe (skrr)
Dick on that gun and you know that I will shoot (I will shoot)
Fuckin' on yo bitch, yeah, she suck me like a tube (like a tube)
I'm gettin' to the bands, yeah, I'm gettin' to the loot (to the loot)
Run up on me wrong, swear to God, you gettin' popped (gettin' popped)
One wrong move and I swear, you gettin' shot (grrra)
Nigga talkin' down, he might get put in a box (grrra)
It's all in my name, cause I'm gettin' to the guap (ching)
And you know I keep up with that motherfuckin' gun (brrra)
Pull up to yo crib and I'm shootin' shit up (gratata)
Shoot yo whole body up and let it rot in the sun (in the sun)
And we do this shit fa real, we don't do this shit for fun (for the fun)
You ain't no man nigga, yeah, you just a lil' bitch (a lil' bitch)
Nigga swing and you gettin' hit in the lip (bratadam)
Nigga talkin' shit, we might throw him in the pit (pit)
Got a 38 in case a nigga wanna trip (wanna trip)
Nigga I'm so fly, just come look at my fit (at my fit)
Look at my kicks, you know I'm saucy as shit (shit)
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she suckin' on my dick (on my dick)
And before I let her fuck, she gon' let me eat her clit (eat her clit)
If that nigga talkin' tough, I might hit him with the clip (grrra)
With a Glock 17, it might hit em in his shit (grrra)
No I'm not Dex, but you know I got the drip (drip)
I don't smoke no crack, nigga, I smoke OG Kush (OG Kush)
Try to snitch on me, boy, I wish a nigga would (wish a nigga would)
When I hit a lick, I might have a nigga shook (nigga shook)
But I'm done with the verse, now let's go back to the hook (to the hook)
[Pre-Chorus]
Hop up in the coupe, huh, then I do the dash (then I do the dash)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, I'm gettin' to the cash (to the cash)
Gotta slow down in the whip, I might crash (I might crash)
Flyin' on the 180, yeah, I'm goin' hella fast (yeah)
[Chorus]
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand
I'ma up the heater, tryna up my fuckin' mans (up my fuckin' mans)
Dick on that gun and you know that 40 blam (40 blam)
All my niggas faded, we be tweakin' off the xans (off the xans)
Sippin' on this act, now a nigga cannot stand (cannot stand)