TWEAKIN’ TOGETHER lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh
(Mars) Uh

[Chorus]
And I know these n*ggas mad as f*ck (Go, go)
b*tch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n*gga throw it up (Pour a four)
And, b*tch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (b*tch, I'm off that dope for real)
These n*ggas ain't got no swag for real (n*ggas ain't got no swag)
And I ain't no Lil Baby but b*tch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my f*ckin' bag, b*tch)
High as f*ck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, b*tch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
And me and that n*gga geeked, we be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodies in this damn hot ass weather
That n*gga just like me, I ain't know I had a tether
Ain't no n*gga totin' like me, yo' sh*t light as a feather
I don't wanna work wit' you, don't care, that's cool
Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this f*cking stool (Yeah, yeah)
No internet, lil' b*tch, beef with this f*ckin' tool
And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' ho, to flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you)
And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' ho, to flex on you, you (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you (Go, go)
b*tch, these VVS on my neck wet like a f*cking pool (Go) (Mars)
[Chorus]
And I know these n*ggas mad as f*ck (Go, go)
b*tch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my n*gga throw it up (Pour a four)
And, b*tch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (b*tch, I'm off that dope for real)
These n*ggas ain't got no swag for real (n*ggas ain't got no swag)
And I ain't no Lil Baby but b*tch, I'm in my bag for real (I'm in my f*ckin' bag, b*tch)
High as f*ck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag, b*tch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Mars) (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
And I ain't no Lil Baby but b*tch, I'm in my bag for real