Tweak sh*t 4 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, n*gga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You know what the f*ck goin' on, man
Set
Ayy, ayy, ayy, b*tch

[Verse]
I done popped four X, now I'm tryna go and drill
Like f*ck this rap sh*t, I'm tryna pop up where that n*gga live
Tell them crackers free Kai and b*tch I'm still smokin' Bib
pus*y ass don't like me, tell 'em make a move and get killed
Rapper n*gga never drilled, I got stripes up in the field
Run down like a bet, on the set, b*tch I blow for real
6 on his neck, he get wacked, he a sco for real
I ain't never lied, boy on John, I swung the door for real
Run up, make his ass fall, stand over and stand tall
(Baow, baow, baow) Fill his ass up like fentanyl
These n*ggas dissin' Leek, ha, n*ggas know we get at y'all
Can't same them hits came from us but, damn who knocked off yo' dawg?
Big 50 on my Glock, hit his head dawg
She told a friend that we f*ck, she asked me, I'm like "Hell, nah"
40 on that Drac', hit his mans, that's his dead dawg
Diss Ralo then a week later he on bed call
I got money now, you n*ggas broke, I ain't finna play with y'all
b*tch I really upped the sco, I put that on my dead dawg
Hop out on 'em super fast like Sonic the Hedgehog
7.62 will knock a b*tch n*gga head off
I done ran it up now and I pay my momma's bills
n*gga I ain't hoe and you know that, boy, just keep it real
You ain't never shot nobody, how the f*ck you in the field?
You ain't got no bodies, catch a body and jump in the field
Yeah b*tch, I rock hard tryna kill a rapstar
I just f*cked my b*tch but her friend got me rock hard
Way before the drill I was tryna be a trapstar
Say that he a gangster, well okay, we gon' pull that card?
Everybody 'round got a body and we stop cars
Pill got me on Pluto, smokin' Bibby now I'm on Mars
50 on the semi, Kalvin sh*tty, Mookie wreck cars
I don't do no Xanny, Fooli' die then I'ma do a bar
Heard (Shh) sniff coke, base ass on hella dope
We pull up a get getback, Teke got smoked
Back up on that f*ck sh*t, confirm a kill and get his bro
I just f*cked a opp b*tch, I ate her pus*y, she gave the lo'
Nah I'm just lyin' gang, I'm off this X, I'm tweakin' and geekin'
Pull up, we gon' crash the pary, I get it started for no reason
What his name be doin' Molly, we gon' serve his ass like he ain't beefin'
Rod K ain't last long, Cojack my cousin I'ma still beat him
f*ck Petey and f*ck 8, heard 'em n*ggas had left Bibby bleedin'
6 something like Iraq, shots when off, why did Mike leave him?
n*gga we catch free bodies, boy a opp head, swear I need it
Had to tell Greenlightt to chill, he in the field, that nigaa body fiendin'
Posted up with Q3, Zay be the driver though
(Baow, baow, rrrah) pus*y n*gga that's that Calico
We be on some slime sh*t 'cause he done wiped some n*gga's nose
Backdoorin' opps but when it come to my n*ggas I ain't slime though