Lil Tweak - Badder Twin (feat. Lil Banko)

Gang

Free Noodlez niggas know what the fuck going on

This that go out on a purge and hop out let it spark shit
Got that iron no iron man no this ain't tony stark shit
I came up a long way was sleeping on the carpet, so I'm coming for everything that They got on the market
Lil banko get bad ass hell he always trying to start shit
No we ain't got perfect aim but we won't miss the target
They say tweak how you came up was tired of taking loses, man I'm just into flipping every dollar on some smart shit

Gang
Bitch i been on the block
Got extensions on glocks
If you run up get shot
I learned that shit from Ty
Never played by the rules
I was out ditching school
When i bought my first tool
I start acting a fool
Leave em wet like a pool
All he heard was a boom
Ain't no peace we in tune in ya crib like a broom
But back to the trap
I was fucked up i kept smoking my packs
Niggas flexed on me but now i got racks
Noodlez did 2 now he on his way back
He say don't trip and you better not lack
Stay out the way and just get to ya bag
Dig deep in the past when we played in the grass
Niggas switched up when I gave them my last
I'm into beef catch me lack shit a blast
In the hallways always skipping my class
If its some tension we jump on yo ass
Got kicked out the school them boys said I'm to bad
But really I'm not
If we get jammed better not talk to the cops
Age of 14 i was ducking from shots
Having nightmares at night of me losing my life
Loss to bros in one night
And I still don't feel right
Ina streets I earned stripes but don't bark when i bite
Pour a 4 in a sprite
Got me running red lights
Got me high as a kite
Younger me take a bike
Scones be breaking the box
Why we open up shop

Yeah
They try convince it's gone get better
Out here trapping any weather
My heart cold might need a sweater
Rainy days without umbrellas
All I know is chase this cheddar
Risk it all ride for my fellas
He want smoke meet my barrette
About my green ain't talking lettuce
I ain't fuck cause she ain't let us
Tell the police try to catch us
Step on gas and i wont let up
Tell them pussy niggas catchup

Gang'nem four deep in a Tesla
If we come through we gone stretch sum
Niggas hoes don't apply no pressure
Bullets hot might change ya texture

Remember days ain't have a dollar
Aint have polo on my collar
Watching junkys sniff the powder
Punch a nigga deontay wilder

Off these drugs to ease my pain cause I been through some tragic shit
Really flipped some dollars into something on some magic shit
She like when i fuck her high cause i start doing magic tricks
And any track that Lil Tweak on bitch you know I'm just gone snap on it
Gang

Written by:
Izaraa Bowens

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