Almost There

Tweak Shit, Pt. 2

Rolling loud pack, boy i bet i'll face it
Where them clowns at? Put my mask on like Jason
Married to the guap bitch I'm taken 
I can't lie this bitches chasin'
All these niggas faking
Pull up on yo block and no one there.. like its vacant
SRT I'm racing
I give yo bitch dick now she breaking
All these niggas hide they faces
All these niggas got some cases
All these niggas be some clones I'm so glad that im mistaken

Say these niggas clones yeah
Why these bitches on my phone yea
She told me I did her wrong yea
She told me she need me home yeah
I told that lil bitch leave me alone yeah

Do this bitch wan fuck on me or do she wanna fuck with me
Do these niggas really think I care that they dont fuck with me
Do these niggas really think I care that they wan up on me 
All these niggas losers and they broke so they suck on me

Imma roll up this gas
Glock in the rave on my tongue be a tab
I got all the swag so they know where its at
Boy get off yo ass you so fucking down bad
Boy get off yo ass you so fucking out sad
Boy get off yo ass and go run up a bag
Boy get off yo ass and go count up some cash
I got hella bands but there's always more 2 add

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Keep me out your drama
Nigga, fuck your Genre
I'll put these bullets in yo belly fuck your trauma
I want marijuana, catch me @ the pharma
Ha, I feel like Jigsaw, bitch, I'm sending karma
I put all my pain in this shit
I'm so godly; I could make it rain in this bitch
Make it rain on your hoe

Please get off my dick U so lame yr so phony
You don't got no swag lil nigga you just cloning

Yeah, her panties droppin' 'cause a real nigga walked in
Yeah, my swag, it's so sick; I'm so ill, bitch, I'm popping
Niggas see me shining; they wan ride like a pony
You got change out the couch; if I want it, then I cop it

Yeah, you tell me that you love me, baby. How do I know it's real?
They done lied on my name; tell me you know how it feels
Boy, I'll tell you where I'm from; all they know is how to kill
On the net, you’re going back and forth; can't even pay yo bills.

Yea, my niggas tryna kill shit, heh. Ya, flip shit.
I ain't wanna do it to 'em; I just wanted to feel some
You think that you real or some?
Grandma thinks I'm grilling some
Hell naw, this that FL—
Grandma thinks I'm grilling some

Keep me out your drama
Nigga, fuck your Genre
I'll put these bullets in yo belly fuck your trauma
I want marijuana, catch me at the pharma
Ha, I feel like Jigsaw, bitch, I'm sending karma
I put all my pain in this shit
I'm so godly; I could make it rain in this bitch
Make it rain on your hoe

Please get off my dick U so lame yr so phony
You don't got no swag lil nigga you just cloning

CELINE

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