Lil Tweak - Talk My Shit, Pt. 2
Chef ina kitchen im whipping the gravy
Suit up with my troops like we joined the navy
All the hard times in the trenches it made me
I swear i been thinking aint feeling it lately
You could catch me in the field like tom brady
Im turned up im balling i feel like mcgrady
She like how im flexing she want be my lady
She love how im nasty and fuck her so crazy
And brodie just smacked up the chase doing a hundred on the jakes
So im trynna jump in a new whip
And I aint young ro but i aint buying crystals or diamonds
Until i buy my momma some new shit
Slide through acting all crazy gone need em a dentist or doctor
Cause you'll get ya tooth hit
Bro always playing with sticks trynna knock like six and no i aint talking about pool sticks
Ayy save stack them knots and i wont stop until im ona top
Get straight to work like its the 1st we hunt shit like a fox
Them days it rained shit got insane my bros up in tht box
I up the pot went straight to work I got this shit on lock
They told me stay focused they think ima make it
Going off i cant stop bitch im trying be the greatest
My life like a movie just flipping through pages
Aint kobe but give me a shot Im a take it
Need some shit take that shit like its not there's
Trynna sleep ina trap gave me night fears
Left me scarred i was young having nightmares
Popping up in all black like he night fury
Know niggas that play like they play for the eagles
Mike vick we gone blast em and your bro receiver
Late nights it cold we come bring you a heater
All black with a hood and a stick like the reaper
And no trust for these hoes she just like how i freak her
Turn up for one night get the broom and i sweep her
Got bands im the man go to work not the needer
Plug like how im run through them packs like a cheetah
Got me turned up in this bitch im going crazy smoking fuel
And some freak lil bitches coming in the room now im like ouu
Niggas blasted trying to recap off them perkys might just snooze
My bro died from overdose because them pills what he abuse
Thank god for blessing I jump out this comfortable bed and i go give my mama a kiss
Aint no cap in my rap about starving trying to come up i swear i was bagging them nicks
I really was starving the trenches with me
And bros aint have change for a bag of some chips
Now i might pop out with lil bank fresh and so clean hit the mall spend a bag ona fit
You a think that boy like fredo how he coming out that cut
Hitting it nasy perky blasting might just splash all in her guts
They been waiting for me to drop when my shit drop they going nuts
Lil Tweak yea oh he be snapping back to back shit pretty much
Written by:
Izaraa Bowens
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