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letra de tweak shit, pt. 2 - jdot breezy

hold up this crafty beat?

they want that old dot, huh? tell the dj run it back
2020 straight choppas’ i ain’t f-ckin’ wit that strap
he jus keep on tweakin’ ima pop his f-ckin’ hat
watch his mans cry about it tell his ass laugh at that
if i jump out on yo’ ass ain’t no change in bussing back
all that superman sh-t get yo’ ass put on yo’ back
n-ggas never had a pole but he screamin’ he don’t lack
quick to say they in the block we poppin’ out jus where yall at
four deep in this rental heel nah this ain’t no splat
we tryna watch this n-gga die in a few days we double back
bronem tryna go and spin he hit my line like where you at
they on the block right now so lets go and make a pack
don’t you speak on all that sh-t cause i’ll get you gone for that
we gon’ f-ckin k!ll his ass and makе a song bout’ that sh-t
f-ck that n-gga cause he dead so carry on wit that sh-t
b-tch i do my own work so on my own i’ll blitz
n-ggas dissin’ causе they mad bout them dead ass opps
hit them l!cks then the head once he drop don’t stop
30 clip on this glizzy 50 on the ar
in a hemi wit a semi tryna catch me a opp
baby ralo wit the stick and i like jumpin’ out the car
cause i’ll chase yo ass down and put nine in yo’ top
i’m a f-ckin state champ so yo ass won’t run far
i had to cut her ass out cause she ain’t wanna let me f-ck
i get silly off that henny tryna f-ck a n-gga up
i got my n-ggas in this b-tch so boy it ain’t no one on one
don’t let me get outside the club murder one, somebody done
get to bangin’ at the crowd and watch everybody run
got a choppa in the car ian bring this b-tch for nun
and if i go in the backseat you bet’ not run lets make it fun
ion really like to rap cause i put drillin’ number one
you better hope a angel with you, you get caught without that gun
you a b-tch and you know it and yo’ partner is too
new opp pack in the air but n-ggas dyin’ ain’t nun new
.38 in the club you better not scuff my f-ckin shoes
or spill a drink on my clothes b-tch cause everything new
strippa’ b-tch on that pole bring her home i want it too
quick 30 wit’ no perc you match it what the weed do
he rap that sh-t wit them guys then he gettin’ banged too
50 round on the stick show you what that thing do
bruh been actin’ like he on it we gon crack his brain too
don’t come outside his b-tchass died and the guys blame you
you gon hide or you gon slide get that flame and swing through
so we can park the f-ckin car go to yo’ hood and sw-ng too
run a opp n-gga down leave his brains on the shoe
wit the gang choppa bang b-tch we aim when we shoot
mask on gloves tight when i’m flamin’ at you
we’ll never leave a witness b-tch we stain in them too

- jdot breezy

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