Tweakin' Together

(UH) And I know these n***as mad as fuck Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (TM) Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up Bitch i’m off that dope for real These n***as ain’t got no swag for real And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag) High as fuck, got jetlag for real This mac 11 come with a 32 mag for real And me and that n***a geeked we be tweakin’ together And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather That n***a just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether Ain’t no n***a totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, thats cool Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool And I don’t gotta show my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Hell nah) Santana ima flex on you And I don’t gotta shake my ass lil hoe to flex on you (Okay okay) Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you (Go) Bitch these vvs on my neck wet like a fucking pool (Go) And I know these n***as mad asf Bitch i’m in the trap, with tm we throw it up (Tm) Pour a 4, while my n***a throw it up And bitch i’m off the good 10s, I might just throw it up Bitch i’m off that dope for real These n***as aint got no swag for real And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real (Im in my fucking bag) High as fuck, got jetlag for real This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real (Yeah, yeah) This mac 11 come w a 32 mag for real And I aint no lil baby but bitch i’m in my bag for real