Tweak On Me Songtext
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Young boy, but I got a couple cheeks on me
Bad bitch, why she always tryna tweak on me?
Off the gas, too high, I can barely see
Lean low, countin' bread, how it’ll always be
If you see me outside, let me get my space
I stay in my own mind, see too many fakes
Seen too many fools, can't hang 'round the chase
If you ain’t got an offer, please get out my face
If you ain't talkin' bread, please don't talk at all
Just so I can stop, just so I can flex
And if I can caught up, it's still fuck the feds
It's still fuck you too, I do not care what you’ve been doin’
Got so much in my pocket, momma thinks I'm movin’
I've been booted up, stayin' at the crib
Ex bitch hit me up and I don't give a shit
Yeah, I don’t give a shit
I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit
Young boy, but I got a couple cheeks on me
Bad bitch, why she always tryna tweak on me?
Off the gas, too high, I can barely see
Lean low, countin' bread, how it'll always be
If you see me outside, let me get my space
I stay in my own mind, see too many fakes
Seen too many fools, can't hang 'round the chase
If you ain't got an offer, please get out my face
I've been on the wave makin' plays so I can ball
Bad bitch, why she always tryna tweak on me?
Off the gas, too high, I can barely see
Lean low, countin' bread, how it’ll always be
If you see me outside, let me get my space
I stay in my own mind, see too many fakes
Seen too many fools, can't hang 'round the chase
If you ain’t got an offer, please get out my face
If you ain't talkin' bread, please don't talk at all
Just so I can stop, just so I can flex
And if I can caught up, it's still fuck the feds
It's still fuck you too, I do not care what you’ve been doin’
Got so much in my pocket, momma thinks I'm movin’
I've been booted up, stayin' at the crib
Ex bitch hit me up and I don't give a shit
Yeah, I don’t give a shit
I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit
Young boy, but I got a couple cheeks on me
Bad bitch, why she always tryna tweak on me?
Off the gas, too high, I can barely see
Lean low, countin' bread, how it'll always be
If you see me outside, let me get my space
I stay in my own mind, see too many fakes
Seen too many fools, can't hang 'round the chase
If you ain't got an offer, please get out my face
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