tweakin

[Intro: fashionist]
(Bro, fuck you fashionist)
(Bro, fuck you fashionist)
(Bro, fuck you fashionist)
(Bro, fuck you fashionist)
(Fuck up, nigga, shut up n—)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: fashionist]
Hop on that beat, she wan' eat me, yeah
Stack that cash, stack, repeat, yeah
Pull up, start tweakin', yeah
Pull up, the girls want eat me yeah
P-Pull up, the girls start leakin', yeah
I know niggas wanna be me, yeah
I-I would never wanna be you bro
But damn, she wanna see me, yeah
Bad ho tryna get in that mode
This bitch boring, all she wanna do is talk
(Yeah, like, I can't-)
Like, I can't do that shit no more
Yeah, yeah
That nigga broke (You fuckin' suck)
That nigga broke, that boy a hobo
Fuck yo' music and fuck yo' promo
I'm so sick
I-I-I-I'm so sick, I can't sip no mo'
I'm so sick, this shit in slow-mo (Wha, nigga?)

[Verse 2: ve1ns]
Huh, huh, swear to God I'd save you, yeah
Huh, huh, swear to God this ho smell my pocket's fat
Yeah, we walk in, suits all black
Baby, do you love me? We could solve that, yeah
Huh, these pussies think I'm MJ when I ball, yeah
Smooth criminal, I steal it all, yeah
Do you think you'd catch me if I fall back?
You said that you love me, take it all back, yeah
Huh, my boy in Iraq with a flak jacket
Keep it up, see me up
Ho just tryna eat me up
Hoe in the back told me 't up
F1, gotta speed it up
Ho, I nutted, eat it up
Ho, I nutted, clean me up
Swear I'd kick yo' door in
Swear I got all different motives
V8, this a motor
Fiat, ho
Man, I'm in a Fiat, ho
Chop shit, bitch, I'm just like G.I. Joe
Chop shit
Bitch, I really
Bitch I'm really