Kappo5 - Tweak Sh!! (feat. Lil Tek)

Snotty
Rock that shit out Harri
Nigga
I can't love no thot
Know we lay down in his bushes, sit & plot
Hood just like a dealership, you know I left a lot
Dumbass nigga got killed for claiming something that he not
I was trying to catch them plays I ain't give a fuck I was sneaking out
With that stick, yea twin be tripping
Yea he tweaking out
Nigga keep doing all that internet shit, what the fuck he tweeting 'bout?
We gon' spin that block every goddamn day
We don't care if it get hot
Think my pockets need some ice, know they carrying big knots
Know we get them bags in the trap, then we get it out
Yea lil JR get to tweaking with that stick, he'll spray yo' spot
LuhB trying to be in the trap every goddamn day, he trying to stir that pot
1055 yea we down to ride
Pop up at yo' job
We gon' wait for you to come outside
Nigga play with us
We spray his spot up
We don't care who inside
Im in the studio with Lil Tek
He gon come through, spray that 9
& I'm smoking on lil C A M in the booth, it got me fried (Haha)
Man them niggas tried to spin our block
They missed, you can say they tried
you can say they tried
I can't even count how many that died
We gon' take em for that ride
Hopping in a car, we finna slide
Smoking on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 opps it got me fried
Nigga keep screaming out that snott shit boy you not my kind
Boy you not my kind, heard you was dropping dimes
Soon as I catch up with you I swear to god I'm swinging that iron
Yo' fam gon' put you on a picture for all that shit you was saying online
His ass can't walk no more, 10 of these bullets had hit his spine
I hear the drac' hit a stutter
Chopping shit up this a cutter
Niggas ain't been through that struggle
But I really did bitch I came from the gutter
I really started from 0 I ran my shit up & I made my shit double
I fucked around & got on my shit
I can fuck on yo' bitch, I put ice on my wrist
I sip on that activist, don't sip on no wock
Don't sip on no trist
I fucked around & passed the bitch to one of my bros, yea that's an assist
But it's up to him if he catch it
He texting my phone
I ain't reading the message
Pull up on they block & we stretch it
Hundred something shots, we ain't shooting nothing less
We don't even shoot at yo' chest, ain't even no point in you wearing that vest
We take headshots, leave his block a mess
Niggas ain't got shit to they name, I can't beef with a pest
He say he be clapping shit, put 'em to the test
My opp was tired of getting spinned but now he can get his rest
(My opp was tired of getting spinned but now he can get his rest)
(My opp was tired of getting spinned but now he can get his rest)
1055 yea we down to ride
Pop up at yo' job
We gon' wait for you to come outside
Nigga play with us
We spray his spot up
We don't care who inside
I'm in the studio with Lil Tek
He gon come through, spray that 9
& I'm smoking on lil C A M in the booth, it got me fried
Man them niggas tried to spin our block
They missed, you can say they tried
you can say they tried

Written by:
Kappo 5

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