Certified Tweakers

Glocked up, we ain’t sharin' poles
We all Glocked, we ain’t sharin' poles
We ain’t, we ain’t sharin' poles
Bitch, we all Glocked up, we ain’t sharin' poles
I’m tryna hit a block right now, see what niggas on
I’m talkin' steady switchin' clips like I be switchin' clothes
I’m talkin' steady switchin' whips like I be switchin' hoes
Bitch, I live by that gun and I’m dyin' with it
You don’t really miss your mans, boy, you could’ve died with him
Me and Duke the bang bros, he block, open fire with 'em
Quit postin' us on the 'Gram, you scared to come outside with us
You don’t really drive with it, when it’s time, I’m drivin' with 'em
Hit th corner, cut off the lights, then pop out th window
Niggas scared, them nothin' but street thugs in the zone trippin'
All I get is GTL calls, bitch, free them killers
Same shit, different day
All my niggas clutchin', they ain’t scared to catch a different case
Nigga better not come down 1800, that’s where them killers stay
Never had to go recruit, bitch, I’m from where the killers raised
Flyin' through the city, SRT, nigga, fuck a plate
And we got 'bout five coppers on us, screamin', «Fuck the states»
Youngest in the Mitten, tell the industry we on our way
I an’t never took an L, learned some lessons, can’t complain
He see me out, he take an L, send his ass to Heaven gates
Niggas ain’t even, believe me
They don’t mess with them 'cause they some certified demons
Nigga, fuck a camera, we some certified tweakers
Sixty-one to sixty-four, I guess that we even