Tweak by Richh Lyrics
Attention Attention nigga
*Is this GLVCK*
Hell no
This a fuckin’ Boroside production
(Chorus)
Huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit 'em for me
Niggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
I don’t play wit that pussy she give it to me
Wit a forty in hand imma madman
Don’t you mention my niggas who's dead man
Smokin’ these niggas like Redman
You ain’t spinnin’ no block for your dead friends
(Verse 1: Richh)
These niggas they know what I mean
Definitely coming in threes
Run up on niggas and squeeze
She pull down her pants she get on her knees
Fuck them [?]
I tatted my bro on my sleeve
Shootouts wit niggas in front of police
I do not care about dees
We hit 'em already they weak
We spinnin’ again repeat
I ain’t the nigga who reach
Walk wit it out I’m ready to tweak
I wanna fuck on a freak
I wanna shoot up the streets
Don’t panic I’m really a beast
Flockin' like three ain’t givin’ em peace
He tryna run up he scary
Put holes in his legs Amri
Fucking his bitch we sharin’
Callin’ me pussy but nigga you fear me
We shoot at the niggas you fearing
Only see me wit niggas who near me
I be talkin’ I hope that they hear me
I be talkin’ I hope that they hear me
Hol’ on wait beneficial
He fuck wit them niggas we hit him simple
I really be feenin’ for any issue
I start uping and flarin’ wit any pistol
Bullets start burning they never tickle
They make sure we send them to heaven wit you
Can’t dance wit the forty I rather wiggle
Pick a side and you better not pick the middle
(Chorus)
Huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit 'em for me
Niggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
I don’t play wit that pussy she give it to me
Wit a forty in hand imma madman
Don’t you mention my niggas who's dead man
Smokin’ these niggas like Redman
You ain’t spinnin’ no block for your dead friends
(Bridge)
[?] won’t stop
Who bend more blocks than flocks
Four deep one car three knocks
We see them boys send shoots
(Verse 2: Fame Kobaine)
And you know how we rock
I pull up boy, pull up with the knots
Double 07 when he shoot the chop
One eye open aiming at the opps
Fuck that shot cuz we going make it hot
I get money I don’t say a lot
Might start running when you see a dot
That boy gunin’ he ain’t miss a shot
Y’all nigga know how we gangbang
PTLK do the same thing
We get the money and maintain
Like who bent blocks like us
Yea he broke, he mad, he stuck
Little nigga go get some bucks
That boy dead he can’t get up
I know bro wanna be me
I think his bitch probably got me on repeat
Better look up when you see me
[?]
No I’m not envy but I’m wit sleezy
Let it go empty
(Chorus)
Huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit 'em for me
Niggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
I don’t play wit that pussy she give it to me
Wit a forty in hand imma madman
Don’t you mention my niggas who's dead man
Smokin’ these niggas like Redman
You ain’t spinnin’ no block for your dead friends
*Is this GLVCK*
Hell no
This a fuckin’ Boroside production
(Chorus)
Huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit 'em for me
Niggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
I don’t play wit that pussy she give it to me
Wit a forty in hand imma madman
Don’t you mention my niggas who's dead man
Smokin’ these niggas like Redman
You ain’t spinnin’ no block for your dead friends
(Verse 1: Richh)
These niggas they know what I mean
Definitely coming in threes
Run up on niggas and squeeze
She pull down her pants she get on her knees
Fuck them [?]
I tatted my bro on my sleeve
Shootouts wit niggas in front of police
I do not care about dees
We hit 'em already they weak
We spinnin’ again repeat
I ain’t the nigga who reach
Walk wit it out I’m ready to tweak
I wanna fuck on a freak
I wanna shoot up the streets
Don’t panic I’m really a beast
Flockin' like three ain’t givin’ em peace
He tryna run up he scary
Put holes in his legs Amri
Fucking his bitch we sharin’
Callin’ me pussy but nigga you fear me
We shoot at the niggas you fearing
Only see me wit niggas who near me
I be talkin’ I hope that they hear me
I be talkin’ I hope that they hear me
Hol’ on wait beneficial
He fuck wit them niggas we hit him simple
I really be feenin’ for any issue
I start uping and flarin’ wit any pistol
Bullets start burning they never tickle
They make sure we send them to heaven wit you
Can’t dance wit the forty I rather wiggle
Pick a side and you better not pick the middle
(Chorus)
Huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit 'em for me
Niggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
I don’t play wit that pussy she give it to me
Wit a forty in hand imma madman
Don’t you mention my niggas who's dead man
Smokin’ these niggas like Redman
You ain’t spinnin’ no block for your dead friends
(Bridge)
[?] won’t stop
Who bend more blocks than flocks
Four deep one car three knocks
We see them boys send shoots
(Verse 2: Fame Kobaine)
And you know how we rock
I pull up boy, pull up with the knots
Double 07 when he shoot the chop
One eye open aiming at the opps
Fuck that shot cuz we going make it hot
I get money I don’t say a lot
Might start running when you see a dot
That boy gunin’ he ain’t miss a shot
Y’all nigga know how we gangbang
PTLK do the same thing
We get the money and maintain
Like who bent blocks like us
Yea he broke, he mad, he stuck
Little nigga go get some bucks
That boy dead he can’t get up
I know bro wanna be me
I think his bitch probably got me on repeat
Better look up when you see me
[?]
No I’m not envy but I’m wit sleezy
Let it go empty
(Chorus)
Huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit 'em for me
Niggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
I don’t play wit that pussy she give it to me
Wit a forty in hand imma madman
Don’t you mention my niggas who's dead man
Smokin’ these niggas like Redman
You ain’t spinnin’ no block for your dead friends