TWEAKIN TOGETHER (REMIX) lyrics

[Intro: LXWLIFE]
As your witness
Don't lose yourself in this
Nile got the wave

[Verse 1: LXWLIFE]
That .40 on my waist, I made it out sadly
Don't f*ck off with my money, I been makin' trappin'
Shorty wanna [?]
[?], motherf*ck the cap sh*t
Ridin' into my zone
I ain't want you in my f*ckin' home
pus*y ass boy, I want the air control
But you just be [?] with the f*ckin' show
But they just want me dead, I don't really know
I just wanna go, I just wanna go
Ha-Hatin' on [?], hatin' on tour
I'ma go world tour when I kill all
Everyday I feel like drugs, I feel like I'm p*ssed off
And I got Adderall for the f*ckin' mourn
We don't gotta ball, ball, we don't gotta ball
Boy, [?] when I got withdrawals, ayy

[Chorus: Bktherula & LXWLIFE]
(Yuh) And I know these n*ggas mad as f*ck (Yuh)
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 2: Bktherula]
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: Bktherula]
And I know these n*ggas mad as f*ck
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: Bktherula]
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