Tweak Shit, Pt. 2

(Hold up, this Krafty Beat?)
 They want that old Dot, huh? Tell the DJ, run it back
 2020 straight choppas, I ain't fuckin' wit that strap
 He jus' keep on tweakin', I'ma pop his fuckin' 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 shit, get yo' ass put on yo' back
 Niggas never had a pole but he screamin' he don't lack
 Quick to say they in the block, we poppin' out jus' where y'all at
 Four deep in this rental heel, nah, this ain't no splat
 We tryna watch this nigga 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 let's go and make a pack
 Don't you speak on all that shit, 'cause I'll get you gone for that
 We gon' fuckin' kill his ass and make a song 'bout that shit
 Fuck that nigga 'cause he dead so carry on wit' that shit
 Bitch, I do my own work so on my own, I'll blitz
 Niggas dissin' 'cause they mad 'bout them dead ass opps
 Hit them licks 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 fuckin' state champ, so yo' ass won't run far
 I had to cut her ass out 'cause she ain't wanna let me fuck
 I get silly off that Henny tryna fuck a nigga up
 I got my niggas in this bitch, 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, I ain't bring this bitch for nun
 And if I go in the back seat, you bet' not run, let's make it fun
 I'on 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 bitch and you know it and yo' partner is too
 New opp pack in the air, but niggas dyin' ain't nun new
 38 in the club, you better not scuff my fuckin' shoes
 Or spill a drink on my clothes, bitch 'cause everything new
 Stripper bitch 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 shit 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 bitch-ass died and the guys blame you
 You gon' hide or you gon' slide, get that flame and swing through
 So we can park the fuckin' car, go to yo' hood and swang too
 Run a opp nigga down, leave his brains on the shoe
 Wit' the gang choppa bang bitch, we aim when we shoot
 Mask on gloves tight when I'm flamin' at you
 We'll never leave a witness, bitch, we stain in them too