Tweak!

Tweak!

Aww, bitch
It's flooded on my wrist
Put like 20 of these bitches and it hit
I ran up-up on em, he won't get a split
And niggas bitches, why you know I keep a
Like why you know I keep a blick

That's a hammer on my hip
That's a blammer on my blip
Fuck do niggas hate for?
I ran up the bank more
Talk like I don't bang 4's
You don't get no rank, whore
You don't get no

Dawg is cap
I don't know why niggas think that I can't run it back
Bitch I be like proud about myself I pat my back
Bitch I be like loud about myself I'm out the trap
Bitch I run it back, yeah

That's a hammer on my hip
That's a blammer on my blip
Fuck, fuck do niggas hate for?
I ran up the bank more
Talk like I don't bang 4's
You don't get no rank, whore
You don't get no

Feel like 'Bama how we tied, then we roll on 'em
Or like MMA how we gon' keep the hold on 'em
No Rihanna, Lemonade, she want the whole hundred
If I break a roll, then you and all your hoes comin', done in
This dick a game changer
NBA Street, yeah, this a game breaker
Tell it like I'm Drake, aye okay okay-o
You could give my thanks later, okay

Got pack like a motherfuckin' blunt
We be kickin' down doors like a punt
Niggas pussy, yeah they bleed once a month
Niggas pussy, yeah they bleed once a month



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Writer(s): Kyler Hutchins
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