Tweaker (Remix)

Glizock, pop your shit, boy

Watch over your shoulder, ****

Shit get real out here, fool

Ah

KUNICA on the beat

I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa

Bitch, hold on tight 'cause I'll tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go

And I heard that she wanna show

Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some more

Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, 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 pussy **** don't know

Tell me what they talkin' 'bout, I ain't fuckin' listenin'

Let your thoughts run your mouth, but ain't touchin' dividends

****, I ain't from the South, but kick it with my Memphis twin

****, I can't take a loss, I'm always goin' for the win (For the win)

I been geeked up in this booth, I got my blunt packed for the starter

****, don't be here actin' new, they'll put some holes all through your body

I'm like, "Oh, them hoes is cool, let 'em in if that shit water" (Water)

See a **** 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 your **** want smoke, well, we gon' do this shit regardless (Regardless)

And I started from the bottom, just like you, but I was harder (Way harder)

I came up a fuckin' soldier, ****, shout out to my father (Shout out my father)

Ah-ah

He made sure I'd make it farther

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

My trust in God, Glocks, and dollars

I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa

Bitch, hold on tight 'cause I'll tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go

And I heard that she wanna show

Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some more

Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, 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 pussy **** don't know

Wah, remix, baby

I cross yo' ass up like Jesus, baby

You know I reheat this, baby, then eat this, baby

And I laced this bitch like Victoria Secrets, baby

This for the tweakers, baby, you see this, baby

Weezy F., and the F is for features, baby

I went from the bleachers, baby, to beaches, baby

To each his own, gotta own, I can't lease it, baby

I'm beastin', baby, I feast like I'm obese and lazy

And if they sleepin' on a G.O.A.T., they countin' sheep then, baby

Weaklings, baby, they comin' with that weak shit, baby

You know I cook a rapper ass like I eat shit, baby, hold up

I'ma use your blood to paint the wall, dog

I could make the art of war look like a Andy Warhol

Money all out the pocket like Lamar, dog

Sonnin' these **** like LaVar Ball, Mula

I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa

Bitch, hold on tight 'cause I'll tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go

And I heard that she wanna show

Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some more

Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, 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, blow

They havin' convos about me, these pussy **** don't know

Mula, baby

Yeah, stuntin' like my daddy

All my sons killers, this is target practice, ****, baow

Stuntin' like my daddy

Ball till I fall, ball like the family, hold up

All my sons shooters

Bitch, this Young Mula, hold up

All my sons shooters

Bitch, this Young Mula, hold up

Stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy

Ball till I fall, ball like the family