Tweakin' Together Letra

And bitch I'm off the good 10's, I might just throw it up
Bitch, I'm off that dope for real
These niggas ain’t got no swag for real
And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch I'm in my bag for real
High as fuck, got jet lag for real
This MAC-11 come with a .32 mag, for real

And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin’ together
And I sholl’ is rocking hoodies in this damn hot ass weather
That nigga just like me, I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no nigga totin’ like me, yo shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work with you, don’t care, that's cool
Singing my heart out in this mic right on this fucking stool
No internet lil bitch, beef with this fucking tool
And I don’t gotta show my ass, lil hoe, to flex on you
Santana, I'mma flex on you
And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil hoe, to flex on you
Kaine with the glizzy, ima handle you
Bitch these VVS on my neck wet like a fucking pool

And I know these niggas mad as fuck
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM we throw it up
Pour a 4 while my nigga throw it up
And bitch I'm off the good 10's, I might just throw it up
Bitch, I'm off that dope for real
These niggas ain’t got no swag for real
And I ain’t no lil baby but bitch I'm in my bag for real
High as fuck, got jet lag for real
This MAC-11 come with a .32 mag, for real