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tweaker - g honcho lyrics

[intro]
(na, na na)
([?], pop yo’ sh*t, boy)
watch over your shoulder, n*gga
sh*t get real out here, folk
([?] on the beat)

[chorus]
i might swerve, bend that corner, woah
b*tch, hold on tight ’cause i tweak and this b*tch start lettin’ sh*t go
and i heard that she wanna show
me who she be, i’m kinda f*ckin’ with it, show me some mo’
b*tch, we tatted head to toe, could give a f*ck, the story wrote
you wanna tweak? get up with me and i’ma show you how that go
like the money in my pockets blow
they havin’ convos about me, these p*ssy n*ggas don’t know

[verse 1]
tell me what they talkin’ ’bout, i ain’t f*ckin’ listenin’ (talkin’ ’bout)
let yo’ thoughts run yo’ mouth, but ain’t touchin’ dividends (run your mouth)
n*gga, i ain’t from the south, but kick it with my memphis twin (memphis twin)
n*gga, i can’t take a loss, i’m always goin’ for the win (for the win)
i’ve been geeked up in this booth, i got my blunt packed from the start (from the start)
n*gga, don’t be there actin’ new, that’ll put some holes all through yo’ body
i’m like “oh, them hoes is cool, let ’em in if that sh*t water” (water)
see your n*gga actin’ bothered, got my green light to red dot ’em (red dot, red dot)
if you spot me, ho, i’m sorry, i can’t take you, it get gnarly (get gnarly)
look like yo’ n*gga want smoke, well we gon’ do this sh*t regardless (regardless)
and i started from the bottom, just like you but i was harder (way harder)
i came up a f*ckin’ soldier, n*gga, shout out to my father (shoutout my father)
ah*ah, he made sure i’ll make it farther
ah*ah, my trust in god, bucks and dollars
[chorus]
i might swerve, bend that corner, woah
b*tch, hold on tight ’cause i tweak and this b*tch start lettin’ sh*t go
and i heard that she wanna show
me who she be, i’m kinda f*ckin’ with it, show me some mo’
b*tch, we tatted head to toe, could give a f*ck, the story wrote
you wanna tweak? get up with me and i’ma show you how that go
like the money in my pockets blow
they havin’ convos about me, these p*ssy n*ggas don’t know

[verse 2]
with my evil twin, all black hoodies, we hit the streets again (hoodies)
he don’t like attention, he’ll tweak and get to reapin’ sh*t (oh yeah)
what yo’ ass expect? we drove the whole way in a demon, b*tch (demon)
he’ll pop out, won’t think twice and make you greet the switch (pop out)
ah*ha*ha, is you sure you wanna meet that b*tch?
if i see ill intentions, i’ll make sure you get to bleedin’ quick (bleedin’)
all exotic whips, the whole d*mn gang be in some rocket sh*ts (rocket sh*t)
pull up to the scene, my best advice is to hide yo’ b*tch (hide yo’ b*tch)
i could see the lies all on your face, because your eyes’ll twitch (twitchy, twitchy)
the black ski mask all on our f*ckin’ faces be disguisin’ sh*t (disguise)
i might have my way with yo’ bay*bay, you wanna cry and sh*t
rest my glock against her f*cking waist, i got some [?]
ah, ah
she my b*tch now, my apologies
i don’t need no mo’ enemies, you rock with me? then rock with me
but i’ma keep it real, she lost respect when you said, “follow me”
[chorus]
i might swerve, bend that corner, woah
b*tch, hold on tight ’cause i tweak and this b*tch start lettin’ sh*t go
and i heard that she wanna show
me who she be, i’m kinda f*ckin’ with it, show me some mo’
b*tch, we tatted head to toe, could give a f*ck, the story wrote
you wanna tweak? get up with me and i’ma show you how that go
like the money in my pockets blow
they havin’ convos about me, these p*ssy n*ggas don’t know

- g honcho lyrics

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