Tweakin’ Together (Acoustic)

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
And I know these niggas mad as fuck
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM, we throw it up
Pour a four while my nigga throw it up
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens, I might just throw it up (Bitch off that dope for real)
These niggas ain't got no swag for real (Swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch, I'm in my bag for real (Bag)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real (I got jet lag)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
And me and that nigga geeked, we be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodiеs in this damn hot ass weather
That nigga just like mе, I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no nigga totin' like me, yo' shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work wit' you, don’t care, that's cool
Singin' my heart out on this mic right on this fucking stool
No internet, lil' bitch, beef with this fuckin' tool
And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' ho, to flex on you
Santana, I'ma flex on you
And I ain't gotta shake my ass, lil' ho, to flex on you, you
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you
Bitch, these VVS on my neck wet like a fucking pool

[Outro]
Pour a four while my nigga throw it up