Lyrics Nah He Tweakin - Y2

Game in the palm of my hands
I swear I caught it and ran
Touchdown Antonio dance
I'm bout to cash the advance
Movies might be my new brand
Ten seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always Jackie Chan
Red dot like groceries get scanned
Yo girl is my biggest fan
Ice on me vodka and cran
Boyz don't run up on the man
End of the road for ya fam

He tweaking he tweaking he tweaking he tweaking
He tweaking he tweaking he tweaking he tweaking
He tweaking he tweaking he tweaking he tweaking
He tweaking he tweaking he tweaking he tweaking

He tweaking
Who peepin
Through window
I creep in
Big beam and
Kel Keenan
Two Ninas
I lean in
With demon
Fuck defense
O-d and
Lowkey an
O-g and
No secret
God and
You see it

I'm still on fire
I'm still on fire
I'm still on fire
I'm still on been on fire
I'm still on fire
I'm still on fire
I'm still on fire
I'm still on been on

Fire up the wood
I'm still a topic in my hood
I'm rollin five percent
Not muslim but chop a pig ya dig
I'm from that top of hill where copper kill
And lock a deal wit cooperate
Coke and crack is more important
Drop that baby off to snort it
Tryna live a dope boy dream
Start following the lead
Get a choppa and a key and a boppa you can flip
Start ballin in the mix
I don't argue wita bitch
Think I'm goin on a hike the way I always keep a stick
I ain't taking no fakin oregano basic ass bitch on a ride
I'm way too live
Smiling wit all of these diamonds inside of my mouth
When it's my time to die