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 F*ck 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 F*ck, f*ck 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