Letra de Tweakers - Doodie Lo

(Feat. Rob49, Skilla Baby)

If I'm on yo' ass, I'm on yo' ass, fuck who you know

Only the family can play wit' me, I tweak like Doodie Lo

When this shit be on the floor, they know I'ma shoot, for sure (Fah)

When I find out 'bout they hideout, niggas better move they lo' (Huh)

They can't run when we shoot, boy, I pop out wit' a smirk

Man, that lil' nigga Skilla stay wit' bands like Lil Durk (Yee)

When we pop out wit' them switches, we put niggas on a shirt

Them ten mill' bullets hurt, shiesty on, time to lurk (Huh)

Call my .45 dirty, bitch, we gettin' niggas burnt

We be spinnin' like a CD, go back, we tryna repeat

The killas know it mean pull up, I'm out here yellin', "Skee-yee" (Huh)

When I yell, "Yee-yee," them boys know to rob somethin'

That lil' ten bag wasn't enough, we puttin' a hundred on lil' son

I can't say too much on whacks, they know we slump shit where I'm from

Want him dead? Yeah, fuck him, we don't care 'bout who he know

7.62s leave a fuckboy bald-head like Doodie Lo

Fuck wit' Skilla, that's my nigga, if I catch dude, I'ma kill him

Vulture in that Trailblazer shootin' shit like Dame Lillard

I'm that one that pressed dude, lotta said that he ain't in it

I been in my feelings lately, I keep takin' painkillers (Hoo)

I ain't ever like them niggas, no, I'm tryna tell you, huh

Stop wit' all that sneak-ass smoke and we inhale it, nigga

I know niggas who snaked out they dog, and I don't feel it

All I want is cuz' in this car 'cause he a killa, huh

Woke up and just like dank, huh

Crack house always stank, huh

Potion look like paint, huh

Codeine look like paint, nigga

49, he got rank, huh, I could pull some strings in here

Real dog nigga, big 49 done fucked some famous bitches

I got a 30 on my waist, he a lick, well, let's rob somethin'

We was drillin', wakin' up in the morning about five somethin'

Why the fuck that nigga tuckin' his jewelry? 'Cause the guys comin'

I'm wit' killers, nigga, ain't no security, I ain't hidin' nothin'

I put that money on his head (Yeah)

Play wit' me, you dead (Bitch)

Them killas, they gon' do whatever I say like Simon Says (Go)

I'm a bald-head, rich nigga, hit him in them dreads

Nigga did too much talkin', bitch, you sent him to the feds

In Detroit, I'm at Coney Island, posted up wit' Skilla

On the internet, we don't react, folks already killed him

We done caught his goofy ass, he playin' monkey in the middle

Fuck, I think I'm kinda rusty, I ain't spin up in a minute

He still spinnin' every day, I guess some niggas never learn

I know nigga super turnt, but they ain't takin' care they children

That ten milli' hit like Usher, tryna let a nigga burn

I be stayin' to myself, but I won't get dude hurt

Lord, I be outside late, alright

I'm tryna go catch a play, alright

You fucked who? I don't like dude, tell him stay from out the way, bitch

He a two-time felon, how you let bro catch a case? (Hoo)

When them niggas can't be 'part of some shit, they start to hate

Johnny Manziel, I touch down and cause hell (Yeah)

Yeah, big 49, big 4God

Playin' wit' a nigga, Krazy Man

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