BKTHERULA - TWEAKIN' TOGETHER lyrics
BKTHERULA [Brooklyn Candida Rodriguez] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BKTHERULA - TWEAKIN' TOGETHER lyrics]
Uh huh, uh (Mars) Uh
And I know these niggas mad as fuck (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM
We throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my nigga throw it up
(Pour a four)
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens
I might just throw it up
(Bitch, I'm off that dope for real)
These niggas ain't got no swag for real
(Niggas ain't got no swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch
I'm in my bag for real
(I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real
(I got jet lag, bitch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
(Mars, yeah, yeah)
And me and that nigga geeked
We be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodies in
This damn hot ass weather
That nigga just like me
I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no nigga totin' like me
Yo' shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work wit' you, don’t care
That's cool singin' my heart out on this mic
Right on this fucking stool (yeah, yeah)
No internet, lil' bitch
Beef with this fuckin' tool
And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' ho
To flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you)
And I ain't gotta shake my ass
Lil' ho, to flex on you, you
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you
(Go, go) bitch, these VVS on my neck
Wet like a fucking pool (Go, Mars)
And I know these niggas mad as fuck (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM
We throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my nigga throw it up
(Pour a four)
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens
I might just throw it up
(Bitch, I'm off that dope for real)
These niggas ain't got no swag for real
(Niggas ain't got no swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch
I'm in my bag for real
(I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real
(I got jet lag, bitch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
(Mars, yeah, yeah)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch
I'm in my bag for real
And I know these niggas mad as fuck (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM
We throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my nigga throw it up
(Pour a four)
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens
I might just throw it up
(Bitch, I'm off that dope for real)
These niggas ain't got no swag for real
(Niggas ain't got no swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch
I'm in my bag for real
(I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real
(I got jet lag, bitch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
(Mars, yeah, yeah)
And me and that nigga geeked
We be tweakin' together (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
And I sure is rockin' hoodies in
This damn hot ass weather
That nigga just like me
I ain’t know I had a tether
Ain’t no nigga totin' like me
Yo' shit light as a feather
I don’t wanna work wit' you, don’t care
That's cool singin' my heart out on this mic
Right on this fucking stool (yeah, yeah)
No internet, lil' bitch
Beef with this fuckin' tool
And I don't gotta show my ass, lil' ho
To flex on you (Hell nah)
Santana, I'ma flex on you (I'ma flex on you)
And I ain't gotta shake my ass
Lil' ho, to flex on you, you
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Kaine with the glizzy, I'ma handle you
(Go, go) bitch, these VVS on my neck
Wet like a fucking pool (Go, Mars)
And I know these niggas mad as fuck (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm in the trap with TM
We throw it up (TM)
Pour a four while my nigga throw it up
(Pour a four)
And, bitch, I'm off the good tens
I might just throw it up
(Bitch, I'm off that dope for real)
These niggas ain't got no swag for real
(Niggas ain't got no swag)
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch
I'm in my bag for real
(I'm in my fuckin' bag, bitch)
High as fuck, got jet lag for real
(I got jet lag, bitch)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
(Mars, yeah, yeah)
This MAC-11 come with a 32 mag, for real
And I ain’t no Lil Baby but bitch
I'm in my bag for real