tweezy - litty freestyle lyrics
gang, gang, gang
you know what it’s
7’s
these n+ggas be on my d+ck fam
like get off the d+ck fam
gang get litty, it’s mad
aye run it back
put one stick in a pack
aye run it back
me get touched you are mad
aye run it back
trust my gs don’t lack
cut that
gang get litty, it’s mad
aye run it back
put one stick in a pack
aye run it back
me get touched you are mad
aye run it back, aye run it back, aye run it back
gang get litt it’s crazy
me i go nuts, ain’t chill i’m brazy
need me an ap rollie, flood my wrist
and she calling me wavy
you don’t want to see them boys with dread locks
act like they came from haiti
like migos i get the bag
and then i go find me amazing amy
and feds say my gang are villains
yeah we sinning
need me a billboard where i’m living
and write my name on that sh+t i’m winning
bro fell in love with the gripping
when i’m in the beamer, know that i’m sticking
he don’t really like my style
go find him a bucket and tell a boy kick it
like john i might aim at his wick
but i ain’t in love with the stick
in her yard she’s taking her draws off
tell her babe stop just suck this d+ck
and them boy moving funny
yeah we all see it n+ggas ain’t sl!ck
want to see a magic trick
hocus pocus i back this stick
like westbrook gang do free throws
difference is my gang don’t miss
no we ain’t from the six, like kmt are you taking a p+ss
and you don’t want to start moving crazy
gang might rock your sh+t like chris
and we are screaming gang or nothing
i put fire in the booth like charlie
light me a match and i press that b+tton
everyone knows what he did
still got beef with him and his cousin
ain’t trynna go away for ages
reason why his head ain’t buzzin
when they talking bands or racks
know that the gangnem got it in dozens
over here they roll with dracos
n+ggas out here just move like russians
find me a bag i run it
feds on the scene i’m cutting
they say that we don’t know love
yeah because my n+ggas hearts are rotten
are you buzzing
why you bugging
feds in the scene i’m leaving
not trying to end up in jail this evening
n+ggas want to know my status
rich n+gga sh+t i’m bleeding
might buy me a ghost that’s casper
they don’t want smoke i’m tommy eagan
reach for my chain you tweaking
might get slapped for the sh+t you speaking
over there you are known as the best
over here you are nothing but less
my feelings i suppress
because n+ggas want to know my sh+t like press
and they keep saying my name
my n+gga the truth ain’t hard to digest
and they don’t like my sh+t
but they keep on watching nevertheless
pray i don’t end up dead on the news
because i know them n+ggas vexed
on the ride with skinny men
something get burst then it must be heads
gang get litty, it’s mad
aye run it back
put one stick in a pack
aye run it back
me get touched you are mad
aye run it back
trust my gs don’t lack
cut it
gang get litty, it’s mad
aye run it back
put one stick in a pack
aye run it back
me get touched you are mad
aye run it back, aye run it back, aye run it back
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