Tweak sh*t, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Hold up, this Krafty Beat?

[Verse]
They want that old 'dot, huh? Tell the DJ, "Run it back"
2020, straight choppas', I ain't f*ckin' wit' that strap
He jus' keep on tweakin', I'ma pop his f*ckin' hat
Watch his mans cry about it, tell his ass, "Laugh at that"
If I jump out on yo' ass ain't no change in bussing back
All that Superman sh*t get yo' ass put on yo' back
n*ggas never had a pole, but he screamin' he don't lack
Quick to say they in the block, we poppin' out jus' where ya'll at
Four deep in this rental, hell nah, this ain't no splat
We tryna watch this n*gga die, in a few days, we double back
Bro'nem tryna go and spin, he hit my line like, "Where you at?"
They on the block right now, so let's go and make a pack
Don't you speak on all that sh*t, 'cause I'll get you gone for that
Wе gon' f*ckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that sh*t
f*ck that n*gga 'cause he dеad, so carry on wit' that sh*t
b*tch, I do my own work, so on my own, I'll blitz
n*ggas dissin' 'cause they mad 'bout them dead ass opps
Hit them licks, then the head, once he drop, don't stop
30 clip on this glizzy, 50 on the AR
In a Hemi wit' a semi, tryna catch me a opp
Baby Ralo wit' the stick and I like jumpin' out the car
'Cause I'll chase yo' ass down and put nine in yo' top
I'm a f*ckin' state champ so yo' ass won't run far
I had to cut her ass out 'cause she ain't wanna let me f*ck
I get silly off that Henny, tryna f*ck a n*gga up
I got my n*ggas in this b*tch, so boy, it ain't no one on one
Don't let me get outside the club, murder one, somebody done
Get to bangin' at the crowd and watch everybody run
Got a choppa in the car, I'an bring this b*tch for nun'
And if I go in the backseat, you bet' not run, let's make it fun
I'on really like to rap 'cause I put drillin' number one
You better hope a angel with you, you get caught without that gun
You a b*tch, and you know it, and yo' partner is too
New opp' pack in the air, but n*ggas dyin', ain't nun' new
.38 in the club, you better not scuff my f*ckin' shoes
Or spill a drink on my clothes, b*tch, 'cause everything new
Strippa' b*tch on that pole, bring her home, I want it too
Quick 30 wit' no Perc', you match it what the weed do
He rap that sh*t wit' them guys, then he gettin' banged too
50 round on the stick show you what that thing do
Bruh been actin' like he on it, we gon' crack his brain too
Don't come outside, his b*tch-ass died and the guys blame you
You gon' hide or you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through
So we can park the f*ckin' car go to yo' hood and swang too
Run a opp n*gga down, leave his brains on the shoe
Wit' the gang, choppa bang, b*tch, we aim when we shoot
Mask on, gloves tight, when I'm flamin' at you
We'll never leave a witness, b*tch, we stain in them too