"Tweakkin" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
Nigga, you might wanna cancel your summer this year
You know, take a couple months off
This shit ain't gon' be fair outside when this shit drop
Please don't join the girls, man
It's cold outside
It's holiday season, bitch
Let my chain swing, huh
Bitch, we gang bang, huh
It's the ice, man
These white ladies say
'Young man, that's a nice chain, huh'
Are you Gucci Mane, huh?
This a tuba thang, huh
Kick a dough, kick a dough
Eight hundred for a four, huh
Niggas know me, gang
And you a fuckin' lame
And me and KB just went half on the whole thing, huh
Twenty-seven thousand
Chop out public housing
A low income, huh
Your bitch been above
How the fuck you gon' approach me
And you ain't got no gun?
I'm dumpin' doggy
And, nigga, leap if you feelin' froggy
It's six in the cream soga, this ain't eggnoggy, huh
Leanin' feelin' groggy
Bitch, I'm out my body
This a judge, he'll hold shottie
Shit like a potty, trap Illuminati
Lookin' for some Wocki, niggas movin' Wocki
It's codeine in my beer
And I don't drink no beer, huh
Nigga, have no fear
'Cause George Gerber's here, huh
And I'm servin' to my peers
I'm servin' to my peers
I got my tack, it's diamonds on my neck
I'm twisted throwin' sacks, I got it wet
Never lived in the 'jects, but I stayed in the trap
Pop a Perc, this pistol on me jerk
My hands up her skirt, these niggas hurt
I'm back puttin' work in, bitch, I go bizarre
And I got cash, a chopper bust your ass
These pockets filled with racks, it's tees and scats
Get a nigga clappin', get a nigga fappin'
You paid twenty-six, well, I want twenty-four
It get low, we sendin' straight from Cali right to your door
Nigga, 'cause that shit get low, and you know
We sendin' straight from Cali, okay
Yeah, I'm in the kitchen and choppin' on this shit
The Nick Cannon dance
They say love don't cost a thing, but bitch want them bands
It's two G's, these shoes on my feet
And bitch, these ain't no Vans, nigga
And nigga's leakin', I think he need a pad
These homeless niggas, they out here broke as hell
And they ain't got no pad
But nigga, you ain't got no place to stay, nigga
And I say these old niggas, they steady hatin' on me
But I'll fuck his daughter
I'm swole as hell in this bitch, but I ain't Sgt. Slaughter
I'm round as bitch, steady swingin' sticks, I know Harry Potter
Whole old man, that's my head, don't give him a dollar
I'm talkin' crazy, this shit goin', 'Woo'
This shit out of pocket, uh-huh
I'm plugged in, I know a couple sockets
So nigga, stop it, the .40 on me rockin', they know how I'm rockin'
Bitch, ayy, fuck they talkin' 'bout with VidCon?
Yeah, and they know how I'm rockin', huh?
Huh, and niggas need to stop it
Fuck, fuck
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, I'm fuckin' with it
Fuck
Tweakin' on this bitch, home folks, lil' bitch
Home folks, I'm tweakin' on this bitch
You know, take a couple months off
This shit ain't gon' be fair outside when this shit drop
Please don't join the girls, man
It's cold outside
It's holiday season, bitch
Let my chain swing, huh
Bitch, we gang bang, huh
It's the ice, man
These white ladies say
'Young man, that's a nice chain, huh'
Are you Gucci Mane, huh?
This a tuba thang, huh
Kick a dough, kick a dough
Eight hundred for a four, huh
Niggas know me, gang
And you a fuckin' lame
And me and KB just went half on the whole thing, huh
Twenty-seven thousand
Chop out public housing
A low income, huh
Your bitch been above
How the fuck you gon' approach me
And you ain't got no gun?
I'm dumpin' doggy
And, nigga, leap if you feelin' froggy
It's six in the cream soga, this ain't eggnoggy, huh
Leanin' feelin' groggy
Bitch, I'm out my body
This a judge, he'll hold shottie
Shit like a potty, trap Illuminati
Lookin' for some Wocki, niggas movin' Wocki
It's codeine in my beer
And I don't drink no beer, huh
Nigga, have no fear
'Cause George Gerber's here, huh
And I'm servin' to my peers
I'm servin' to my peers
I got my tack, it's diamonds on my neck
I'm twisted throwin' sacks, I got it wet
Never lived in the 'jects, but I stayed in the trap
Pop a Perc, this pistol on me jerk
My hands up her skirt, these niggas hurt
I'm back puttin' work in, bitch, I go bizarre
And I got cash, a chopper bust your ass
These pockets filled with racks, it's tees and scats
Get a nigga clappin', get a nigga fappin'
You paid twenty-six, well, I want twenty-four
It get low, we sendin' straight from Cali right to your door
Nigga, 'cause that shit get low, and you know
We sendin' straight from Cali, okay
Yeah, I'm in the kitchen and choppin' on this shit
The Nick Cannon dance
They say love don't cost a thing, but bitch want them bands
It's two G's, these shoes on my feet
And bitch, these ain't no Vans, nigga
And nigga's leakin', I think he need a pad
These homeless niggas, they out here broke as hell
And they ain't got no pad
But nigga, you ain't got no place to stay, nigga
And I say these old niggas, they steady hatin' on me
But I'll fuck his daughter
I'm swole as hell in this bitch, but I ain't Sgt. Slaughter
I'm round as bitch, steady swingin' sticks, I know Harry Potter
Whole old man, that's my head, don't give him a dollar
I'm talkin' crazy, this shit goin', 'Woo'
This shit out of pocket, uh-huh
I'm plugged in, I know a couple sockets
So nigga, stop it, the .40 on me rockin', they know how I'm rockin'
Bitch, ayy, fuck they talkin' 'bout with VidCon?
Yeah, and they know how I'm rockin', huh?
Huh, and niggas need to stop it
Fuck, fuck
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, I'm fuckin' with it
Fuck
Tweakin' on this bitch, home folks, lil' bitch
Home folks, I'm tweakin' on this bitch
