Tweaking (freestyle) Lyrics

I know some niggas that really be tweaking,

Straight gunners, they don't need a reason

I'm tired of this shit, man I'm done with the grieving,

We be on offense while sayin' it's defense

Yall do the most, be decent

We'll get to clapping' & shit like preaching

Double d's all on that bitch like cleavage,

Bullets going in & out, shit like breathing

You all mean mug, like Beavis

I stay near that bitch like regis

Cutta in my hand, I be feelin' like idris

I been peeped the envy in niggas, I seen it

When things goin' good, they don't wanna believe it

Shit crazy, been peeped it

We goin' up and they hate to see it

Niggas be beefing, for no reason,

But even if it is, y'all niggas need Jesus

Come to a truce, man, or some type of agreement

Man, he was just speaking, now his ass speechless

They be talkin' that shit, but I know they don't mean it

Niggas be broke, aye & leaching,

I do not fuck with them niggas, they scheming

It's a whole lot of choppers in this bitch like a meeting

If you try us, we gripping the pound, like a greeting

Gripping a pound like I'm counting some dough,

Niggas be bugging, they actin' like hoes

Pop out the cut, then we lettin' it, ayye

Pop out the cut, & we lettin' it go

You think you real, cause the fake is exposed

Worrying' bout everything, that ain't your own

While in the meantime, you ain't got a home

Ya relationship's ass, you better alone

I'll have ya bitch come give me the dome

I'll I gotta do is just hit up her phone

Niggas be talkin', leave me alone

I do not fuck with these niggas, they clones

I got it sewed up, turning heads, Mike Jones

This is for the guys that ain't here, for the bros

I'm focused on money, all that other shit old

Once niggas go broke, they start breakin' the code, ayye

I know some niggas that really be tweaking,

Straight gunners, they don't need a reason

I'm tired of this shit, man I'm done with the grieving,

We be on offense while sayin' it's defense

Yall do the most, be decent

We'll get to clapping' & shit like preaching

Double d's all on that bitch like cleavage,

Bullets going in & out, shit like breathing