Tweak

[Intro: Dudeylo & Benzo B]
It's Kosfinger, baby
(Grah) Notti Gang
(Notti Gang, nigga)
It's that- yo, it's that Dudeylo, nigga, you heard?
It's that Benzo B, nigga, y'all know how the fuck I'm bummin', nigga
Ayo, Benzo, get that nigga
Grah, grah

[Chorus: Dudeylo]
I'mma tweak on this beat, I'mma fuck it up
I'mma throw, ain't no time for the knuckle up
Lost bro, and that shit made me heartless
Hang out the V with the dot on my target
Smokin' Lee, this shit hittin' the hardest
R.I.P Notti, don't know what they started
Like, beam on the stick, I ain't missin' the opps
They know what I do, Mr. ShotAfterShot

[Verse 1: Dudeylo]
Bullets rip through his back and come out through the front
Franky, [?], that boy in a blunt
[?], get hit by a bus
Told mama "I'm good, I'mma do it for us"
Me and Roscoe
Like, Damo was duckin' his taco
38 dead, I'm smokin' on Poncho
Spin through the Bronx tryna' click on a Vato (Grah)
I dare him to spin, bullets parkin' the whip
Try to run, see how far he gon' get
Curt got hit and I ain't seen him since
Like, how many blocks we done bent?
(Like, how many shots we done sent?)
[?], niggas put him to rest
Catch a 2, send him up to his friend ('Rrah, where you goin'?)

[Verse 2: Benzo B]
Take one of mine's, niggas know how we get
In a Zip, tryna flick at the Nic
Backdoor be open, I stay wit' my blick
Smokin' Franky, this shit got a kick
Move tact, we gon' shoot if he stares
Smokin' on Matt, he got put in the air
Look in his eyes, I can tall that he scared
If it's lit, I told brodie to flare

[Verse 3: Dudeylo]
Free Banga, I'm missin' my savage
[?] got whacked, he was lackin'
New Glocky, it came wit' attachments
You not tough, why the fuck is you cappin'?
He a bitch, make him duck like Daffy
Out on bail, I got booked with the Jackie
I start clickin', this shit make me happy
Told Benzo to get him, he doin' it gladly

[Verse 4: Benzo B & Dudeylo]
Me and Dudey 2 deep, yeah, this shit could get nasty
I stay on that shit, either jack me or clap me
We up on the score, you can check on the rap sheet
Smokin' Rah, he got left in the backseat
Keep blitzin', they callin' us Green Bay
Spin that block, then we put it on replay
We see opps and they runnin' like relay
Off the liq, she gon' do what just we say
Where they at? Let's go click on a Speedy
Know a opp that got hit in his figi
Be-bend that shit over, I'm tryna get neaky
Dudey my brother, I'm there if he need me
I'm a flock it, don't give me a reason
No love, once I beat it, I'm leavin'
Brodie good with the wheel and I'm good with the knock
Tell Heemy to get him, I know that he shot

[Verse 5: Benzo B]
How you smokin' my cousin, nigga? You a bitch
7 deep in the V, tryna' catch us a hit
Smokin' Kal, he got left on the strip
Pop out the cut, then we ready to blitz
Back out the knock, watch him run from my blick
Fuck the seven, and still fuck the fifth
(Back out the knock, watch him run from my blick
Fuck the seven, and still fuck the fifth)

[Chorus: Dudeylo]
I'mma tweak on this beat, I'mma fuck it up
I'mma throw, ain't no time for the knuckle up
Lost bro, and that shit made me heartless
Hang out the V with the dot on my target
Smokin' Lee, this shit hittin' the hardest
R.I.P Notti, don't know what they started
Like, beam on the stick, I ain't missin' the opps
They know what I do, Mr. ShotAfterShot

[Verse 6: Benzo B]
Take one of mine's, niggas know how we get
In a Zip, tryna flick at the Nic
Backdoor be open, I stay wit' my blick
Smokin' Franky, this shit got a kick
Mo-mo-move tact, we gon' shoot if he stares
Smokin' on Matt, he got put in the air
Look in his eyes, I can tall that he scared
If it's lit, I told brodie to flare