Doodie Lo, Skilla Baby and Rob49 - Tweakers

If I'm on yo' ass, I'm on yo' ass, fuck who you know
Only the family can play wit' me, I tweak like Doodie Lo
When this shit be on the floor, they know I'ma shoot for sure
When I find out 'bout they hideout, niggas better move they lo'
They can't run when we shoot, boy, I pop out wit' a smirk
Man, that lil' nigga Skilla stay wit' bands like Lil Durk
When we pop out wit' them switches, we put niggas on a shirt
Them ten mill' bullets hurt, shiesty on, time to lurk
Call my .45 dirty, bitch, we gettin' niggas burnt
We be spinnin' like a CD
Go back, we tryn'a repeat
The killas know when men pull up, I'm out here yellin', "SkeeYee"
When I yell, "Yeet, yeet," them boys know to rob sum'n

That lil' ten bag wasn't enough, you puttin' a hunnid' on lil' son
I can't say too much on wax, they know we slump shit where I'm from
Want him dead? Yeah, fuck him, we don't care 'bout who he know
762's leave a fuckboy bald-headed like Doodie Lo
Fuck wit' Skilla, that's my nigga, if I catch dude, I'ma kill him
Vulture in that Trailblazer, shootin' shit like Damian Lillard
I'm that one that pressed dude, lotta' said that he ain't in it
I been in my feelings lately, I keep takin' painkillers
I ain't ever like them niggas, no, I'm tryn'a tell you
Start wit' all that sneak-ass smoke, and we inhale it, nigga
I know niggas who snaked out they dog, and I don't feel it
All I want is cuz' in this car, 'cause he a killa
woke up it just like dank, huh
Crack house always stank, huh
Potion look like paint, huh
Codeine look like paint, nigga
49, he got rank, I could pull some string in here
Real dog nigga, big 49'll fuck some famous bitches

I got a 30 on my waist, he a lick, well, let's rob sum'n
We was drillin', wakin' up in the morning about five-sum'n
Why the fuck that nigga tuckin' his jewelry? 'Cause the guys comin'
I'm wit' killas, nigga, ain't no security, I ain't hidin' nothin'
I put that money on his head
Play wit' me, you dead
Them killas, they gon' do whatever I say like Simon Says
I'm a bald-headed rich nigga, hit him in them dreads
Nigga did too much talkin', bitch, you sent him to the feds
In Detroit, I'm at Coney Island, posted up wit' Skilla
On the internet we don't react, folks already killed him
We done caught his goofy ass, he playin' monkey in the middle
Fuck, I think I'm kinda' rusty, I ain't spin up in a minute

He still spinnin' every day, I guess some niggas never learn
I know nigga super turnt, but they ain't takin' care they churn
That ten milli' hit like Usher, tryna let a nigga burn
I be stayin' to myself, but I won't get dude hurt
Lord, I be outside late, alright
I'm tryn'a go catch a play, alright
You fucked who? I don't like dude, tell him stay from out the way, bitch
He a two-time felon, how you let bro catch a case?
When them niggas can't be 'part of some shit, they start to hate
Johnny Manziel, I touch down and cause Hell
Yeah, big 49, big 4God
Playin' wit' a nigga, crazy nigga

Written by:
David Saulsberry, Trevon Gardner, Robert Thomas

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