Bos Flip, 2SG Tay - Tweakers lyrics

Big six, nigga
Get your motherfuckin' bitch hit, nigga
(Mainee) i got Lil Flip in this
Bitch, ayy, what you on, Flip?
Gang took time ho, they done fucked up
Ayy, on gang, gang (Noisy on the beat)

Niggas doin' all that snitch
Dissin', all that cappin'
Bet a nigga never send no shot (No G)
Y'all boys ain't never had smoke, never
Caught no hat, never ran down
Chase down an opp
Don't sneak diss y'all, we ain't
Playin' no game, said somethin'
Now sleep while shit get dropped
(Bitch-ass boy)
He crossed through me, we with all the drama
(On six) , we stand on Cook Road (On six)
We still on the block
Big six cut your ass like a cold cut


He had his gun to his head, He froze up
Fuckin' your bitch from the front
Got her toеs up
Slime that lil' boy, it's nothin'
Left his nose up lil' folks wеnt out dumb
But I'm boostin' a soul up
Big 2 Solid Gang and the
Whole slip your nose up (Bi-big YGB)
Ain't goin' Giannis, but, bitch, I'll hoop
Come on, let's be honest, Lil Tay known
For shootin' for my evil twin
I thought he wasn't one of you
Every time we spin, know we what we do
Bitch, we too locked in, so we do not recruit
(On bruh)
My brothers on murder, they not stay mute

Uh (Ayy) , uh, uh (Ayy)
Ayy, 2 Solid Gang, so I'm out for a mil'
(Let's go) ayy, last nigga play
He get blew like a flute (Yeah)
Ayy, put him on a plate
He get ate like some soup (Brrah)
Ayy, put him on a plate
He get left on a table
Ayy, come to your door like
We work for the cable (Ah ha)
He got hit with that chop
Now that nigga disabled (Let's go)
He got hit in his top
Now that nigga ain't stable (Yeah)
Got hit in his arms, chest, back, left (Damn)
We turnt that boy head to a bagel
Lil' nigga
You do what you can 'cause you hurt
Lil' nigga
I do what I want 'cause I'm able (I'm up)

Bitch, don't think I'm a rapper
'cause this ain't that
You gon' play with my top and
Get turned to a pack (Turned to a pack, 2SG)
Big 2SG, ain't droppin' no rack
(On gang, nigga) i'ma lay in your bushes
Shoot you in the back (Brrt)
He got hit in his head
That's because he was cap
Lil' bro catch naps, used to go to the trap
(Bro catch naps)
Four deep in the whip down Lib we ridin'
Y'all ain't outside, y'all niggas hidin'
Know we stay slidin' and
The opps stay lyin' (Fuck the four)
We be all in your bushes, we sparkin'
(Fuck the O)
We livin' life and the opps, they dyin'
Get the drop on the opps
Next week they cryin'

Nigga touch one of mine
Next day I'm slidin' i'ma hop out
This chopper gon' roar like a lion (Bah)
Knock a bitch nigga down
He gon' fall like a liner
In an opp nigga hood, got my seat on reclined
One deep masked up, I'ma pop out the cut
I'ma walk shit down every night
Michael Myers in the backseat strapped
I ain't got this bitch tucked
We gon' pull on the side
Hit they whip up with fire
(Boom, boom, boom)
He get hit with this bitch
He gon' see all the riot
Caught that boy in a whip and
We blew out the tire
I ain't locked up, nigga
Fuck I look like fightin'?
Really got' pull
I could get you whacked in right
Soft-ass nigga, need to change your attire
(Bum)
Ayy, murder for sell, we got murder for hire
(Yeah)
He get sent up top, put his face on a flyer
Bitch, I'm still on the street
I won't never retire (No cap)
Ayy, still slangin' iron
I don't never get tired (On six)
Ayy, still outside
Niggas know I ain't hidin' (Let's go)
Got a chop with a scope
I just put my eye in it
Ayy, niggas be scared, don't come on my end
(Bah)

Nigga, on chief, know the real-deal
Tweakers, nigga, on my mama, Nigga
(Yeah)
Niggas know what the fuck be goin' on
(On God gang, on six, six)
Catch a hole in your face, nigga, on six
(Ha ha hahaha, on my mama, nigga, hahahahaha)
Hurricane day, hahaha, yeah, long live Crazy
Bitch