Tweak With The Tweakers lyrics

[Intro: TaySav & FBG Duck]
Gang, gang, it's TFG (Ugh)
A lot of these n*ggas be fronting their sh*t, bro
Like, these n*ggas know we do this sh*t
n*ggas know how we do sh*t
Ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh (Ayy, Tay, these n*ggas pus*y, bro)
Gang-gang
Ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh

[Chorus: FBG Duck & TaySav]
How they gon' tweak with the tweakers? (Tweakers)
I don't pop Xannies, I'm not a sleeper (Not a sleeper)
I be on 63rd totin' heaters
b*tch, I got stripes like Adidas, heh
sh*t they doin' not cool, heh
sh*t they talkin' 'bout fu, huh
When I see the opps, I blew (Bah)
'Nother opp got hit, they blue
How you gon' tweak with the tweakers? (How?)
When I pop a Perc', I be leanin' (Leanin')
I'm on the Pole, where it's cold like a freezer (Where it's freezin')
My n*ggas, they evil like Frieza (Yeah)
The sh*t y'all be doin' so lame (So lame)
I be posted on Pratt with Insanes (Insanes)
Catch a opp, we gon' aim for his brains (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Please don't think that sh*t is a game (f*ck?)
[Verse 1: TaySav]
How you gon' tweak with the tweakers? (How?)
You be DOA, b*tch, they call us the lemurēs (Yeah)
But me and Duck did this for all the believers (Duck, Duck)
Put us on a track, it be hotter than steamers (Right, it's hot)
I be on the Pole, where it's cold like a freezer (It's freezin')
My n*ggas demonic, we evil like Frieza (Gang)
You think it's a game 'til you lay by that preacher (Boom-boom)
And it be your family [?]

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
And where we catch you is where we gon' leave you (Leave you)
Family cryin' out, sayin' they need you (They need you)
Me and my n*ggas demons, we evil (We evil)
b*tch, we on point like thumbtacks and needles (b*tch)
Ah, you really wanna die 'bout the industry? (You wanna die?)
Ah, you laughin' 'cause you think it's a gimmick?
'Til we pull up and the windows is tinted? (Skrrt)
And you gettin' chased down by some killers? (Bah)

[Verse 3: TaySav & FBG Duck]
My n*ggas is psycho (Insane), hang by them corners like light posts
We sneak in your crib while you still in your nightclothes (Gang)
My n*ggas got bombs, we got handguns and rifles (We do)
Got sh*t that'll leave you way holy than bibles (Brrt, brrt)
You better have some insurance with Geico (b*tch)
The chopper I got it, it be kickin' like Tae Bo (Brrt)
Guns go off and it look like a light show (Bah)
I was taught to get rid of the rivals (Money)
[Chorus: FBG Duck & TaySav]
How they gon' tweak with the tweakers? (Tweakers)
I don't pop Xannies, I'm not a sleeper (Not a sleeper)
I be on 63rd totin' heaters
b*tch, I got stripes like Adidas, heh
sh*t they doin' not cool, heh
sh*t they talkin' 'bout fu, huh
When I see the opps, I blew (Bah)
'Nother opp got hit, they blue (b*tch)
How you gon' tweak with the tweakers? (How?)
When I pop a Perc', I be leanin' (Leanin')
I'm on the Pole, where it's cold like a freezer (Where it's freezin')
My n*ggas, they evil like Frieza (Yeah)
The sh*t y'all be doin' so lame (So lame)
I be posted on Pratt with Insanes (Insanes)
Catch a opp, we gon' aim for his brains (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Please don't think that sh*t is a game (f*ck?)
(Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)

[Verse 4: FBG Duck]
In the trap, smokin' reefer (Dope)
Gettin' top by a eater (Woah)
Hell nah, I ain't feed her (b*tch)
Kicked the b*tch 'cause I really don't need her (Skrrt)
Back to the block with my motherf*ckin' shooters (Pew)
They gon' shoot if I tell them to shoot you (Pew-pew, pew)
Think this sh*t chicken, but b*tch, this not Hooters (Not Hooters)
We stealin' your life like we boosters
[Verse 5: TaySav]
This Glock on me, Slick Rick the Ruler
If not, then your ass can beat, Ferris Bueller (Yeah)
We snatch n*ggas' chains like we don't f*ck with jewelers (Give me that)
We catch you, we kill you, don't do no computers (Boom, boom)
Free my bro Shotta, I swear he ain't do it (Shotta Baybee)
Until we can prove it, he stuck in that cell (Gang)
Probation hold, so he don't got a bail (Damn)
But when my bro come home, he gon' be on the 'Well (Farwell)

[Verse 6: FBG Duck & TaySav]
f*ck around, pull up on you in an Uber (Then what?)
Shoot you, then motherf*ckin' bail (Bah)
.38 Special ain't leavin' no shells (Hell nah)
These b*tches make sure you ain't able to tell (Skrrt)
Hollow tips leave your ass hotter than Hell (It's hot)
I got bread on the phone, ain't no time for the mail (Free the guys)
Cop me a brick, break it down, f*ck a scale (Whip it, whip it, whip it)
Eyeball the work, if it's short, I can tell