Tweak With The Tweakers

[Intro: TaySav & FBG Duck]
Gang, gang, it's TFG (Ugh)
A lot of these niggas be fronting their shit, bro
Like, these niggas know we do this shit
Niggas know how we do shit
Ugh, ugh
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh (Ayy, Tay, these niggas pussy, 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
Bitch, I got stripes like Adidas, heh
Shit they doin' not cool, heh
Shit 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 niggas, they evil like Frieza (Yeah)
The shit 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 shit is a game (Fuck?)

[Verse 1: TaySav]
How you gon' tweak with the tweakers? (How?)
You be DOA, bitch, 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 niggas 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 niggas demons, we evil (We evil)
Bitch, we on point like thumbtacks and needles (Bitch)
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 niggas is psycho (Insane), hang by them corners like light posts
We sneak in your crib while you still in your nightclothes (Gang)
My niggas got bombs, we got handguns and rifles (We do)
Got shit that'll leave you way holy than bibles (Brrt, brrt)
You better have some insurance with Geico (Bitch)
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
Bitch, I got stripes like Adidas, heh
Shit they doin' not cool, heh
Shit they talkin' 'bout fu, huh
When I see the opps, I blew (Bah)
'Nother opp got hit, they blue (Bitch)
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 niggas, they evil like Frieza (Yeah)
The shit 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 shit is a game (Fuck?)
(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 (Bitch)
Kicked the bitch 'cause I really don't need her (Skrrt)
Back to the block with my motherfuckin' shooters (Pew)
They gon' shoot if I tell them to shoot you (Pew-pew, pew)
Think this shit chicken, but bitch, 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 niggas' chains like we don't fuck 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]
Fuck around, pull up on you in an Uber (Then what?)
Shoot you, then motherfuckin' bail (Bah)
.38 Special ain't leavin' no shells (Hell nah)
These bitches 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, fuck a scale (Whip it, whip it, whip it)
Eyeball the work, if it's short, I can tell