Tweakers Freestyle Lyrics – YFG FATSO

Read the full Tweakers Freestyle lyrics by YFG FATSO along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yfg Fatso’s music, you can also explore Thinkin and Am I Wrong, two other songs by Yfg Fatso.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (B!tch)
Yeah, come on (B!tch)
Yeah, come on (B!tch)
Come on

[Chorus]
Drill scene, brought it back, everybody on gang s*it, look at the n!ggas who you hang with (B!tch)
Broad day, we’ll clap any n!gga and brain twist, after the hits, we gon’ lane switch (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, b!tch)
Call the city Iraq, we was born in Chiraq, this the home of the devils, we flame s*it (B!tch)
Every day, n!ggas hustle and spill make blood splatter, we waking up to the same s*it (B!tch)
Me and bro getting rich, putting thirties in glicks, jumping out, giving n!ggas that bang kit

Hoodie’s on and my gloves and you know I’m skied up, walking through a cut, I’m on some gang s*it (B!tch)
When you look at my book, I ain’t coming like them, still with everybody I came with
Rest in peace to my members, lil’ Doit, I miss you, you know the 8 still keep your name lit

[Verse]
Took it back with some old s*it, feeling like Durk in ’13, no, this ain’t what you want, b!tch (B!tch)
Smoking n!ggas who love yelling loud on my name, but I’m smooth, I ain’t focused on old s*it (B!tch, b!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
Duffle bag with some money, I forgot I had you on band, I’ma give her an old strip (B!tch)
Colored wood on the Drac’, got this b!tch for the 8, Lil Dee calling like, “Go, let me hold it” (B!tch, b!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
I’m getting rich and I’m not stressing over no b!tch, I got the larger amounts, I can’t fold it (B!tch)
Some n!ggas pissed, tell the ones I don’t like eat a d!ck, I ain’t never been out on no ho s*it (B!tch)
If I’m sliding, I’m taking me two in the whip, I know one, I’ma empty the whole clip (B!tch)
Still got like thirty-four shots in the binary chop, let them get on my side, I’ma fold it (B!tch)
Pu*sy, I’m in the real Chiraq, real junky, I stopped taking pills like that (B!tch)
Them who do know be like, “Chill, so strapped, y’all the Reapers, I see why y’all like that” (B!tch)
Heard they lost four and they still ain’t get back, they be standing outside, they don’t wanna get back (B!tch)
N!gga, I got a Florida wrap, talked to bro, said he got the Florida packs
Yeah, big-ass yawk with the holder up under the drum, you controlling the kick (Brrt)
Always do too much to get here, thinking ’bout Chris, he the reason I turned it to this (Fu*k them n!ggas, man)
She might go anyway, catch a n!gga, he baked, I ain’t never take pics in the fit (B!tch)
Drill time, we suiting up to go slide on them n!ggas, get in, you can’t be on no b!tch s*it
Alright, I’m on some rich s*it, she on some turn lil’ Go to her pimp s*it (I ain’t spending no money)
He on some trick s*it, bought her a bag, but I wasn’t on no simp s*it (B!tch)
I been high as the fu*k, I did it enough, told bro that I think I’ma quit this
Know I offer them bread, but they losing they head, my lil’ shotty stay sending from switches (Ah)

[Chorus]
Drill scene, brought it back, everybody on gang s*it, look at the n!ggas who you hang with (B!tch)
Broad day, we’ll clap any n!gga and brain twist, after the hits, we gon’ lane switch (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, b!tch)
Call the city Iraq, we was born in Chiraq, this the home of the devils, we flame s*it (B!tch)
Every day, n!ggas hustle and spill make blood splatter, we waking up to the same s*it (B!tch)
Me and bro getting rich, putting thirties in glicks, jumping out, giving n!ggas that bang kit
Hoodie’s on and my gloves and you know I’m skied up, walking through a cut, I’m on some gang s*it (B!tch)
When you look at my book, I ain’t coming like them, still with everybody I came with
Rest in peace to my members, lil’ Doit, I miss you, you know the 8 still keep your name lit