Tweakers Freestyle

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Bitch)
Yeah, come on (Bitch)
Yeah, come on (Bitch)
Come on

[Chorus]
Drill scene, brought it back, everybody on gang shit, look at the niggas you hang with (Bitch)
Broad day, we'll clap any nigga and brain twist, after the hits, we gon' lane switch (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, bitch)
Call the city Iraq, we was born in Chiraq, this the home of the devils, we flame shit (Bitch)
Every day, niggas hustle and still make blood splatter, we wakin' up to the same shit (Bitch)
Me and bro gettin' rich, puttin' thirties in glicks, jumpin' out, givin' niggas that bang kit
Hoodie's on and my gloves and you know I'm skied up, walkin' through a cut, I'm on some gang shit (Bitch)
When you look at my book, I ain't comin' like them, still with everybody I came with
Rest in peace to my members, lil' Doit, I miss you, you know the 8 still keep your name lit

[Verse]
Took it back with some old shit, feelin' like Durk in '13, no, this ain't what you want, bitch (Bitch)
Smokin' niggas who love yellin' loud on my name, but I'm smooth, I ain't focused on old shit (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Duffle bag with some money, I forgot I had you on band, I'ma give her an old strip (Bitch)
Colored wood on the Drac', got this bitch for the 8, Lil Dee callin' like, "Go, let me hold it" (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm gettin' rich and I'm not stressin' over no bitch, I got the larger amounts, I can't fold it (Bitch)
Some niggas pissed, tell the ones I don't like “Eat a dick”, I ain't never been out on no ho shit (Bitch)
If we slidin', I'm takin' me two in the whip, I know one, I'ma empty the whole clip (Bitch)
Still got like thirty-four shots in the binary chop, let them get on my side, I'ma fold it (Bitch)
Pussy, I'm in the real Chiraq, real junky, I stopped takin' pills like that (Bitch)
Them who do know be like, "Chill, so strapped, y'all the Reapers, I see why y'all kill like that" (Bitch)
Heard they lost four and they still ain't get back, they be standin' outside, they don't wanna get back (Bitch)
Nigga, I got a Florida wrap, talked to bro, said he got the Florida packs
Yeah, big-ass yawk with the holder up under the drum, you controllin' the kick (Brrt)
Always do too much to get here, thinkin' 'bout Chris, he the reason I turned it to this (Fuck them niggas, man)
She might go anyway, catch a nigga, he baked, I ain't never take pics in the fit (Bitch)
Drill time, we suitin' up to go slide on them niggas, get in, you can't be on no bitch shit
Alright, I'm on some rich shit, she on some turnin' lil' Go to her pimp shit (I ain't spendin' no money)
Alright, he on some trick shit, bought her a bag, but I wasn't on no simp shit (Bitch)
I been high as the fuck, I did it enough, told bro that I think I'ma quit this
Know I offer them bread, but they losin' they head, my lil' shotty stay sendin' from switches (Ah)

[Chorus]
Drill scene, brought it back, everybody on gang shit, look at the niggas you hang with (Bitch)
Broad day, we'll clap any nigga and brain twist, after the hits, we gon' lane switch (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, bitch)
Call the city Iraq, we was born in Chiraq, this the home of the devils, we flame shit (Bitch)
Every day, niggas hustle and still make blood splatter, we wakin' up to the same shit (Bitch)
Me and bro gettin' rich, puttin' thirties in glicks, jumpin' out, givin' niggas that bang kit
Hoodie's on and my gloves and you know I'm skied up, walkin' through a cut, I'm on some gang shit (Bitch)
When you look at my book, I ain't comin' like them, still with everybody I came with
Rest in peace to my members, lil' Doit, I miss you, you know the 8 still keep your name lit