New Trending Single Track Song: Jdot Breezy – Tweak Shit Mp3 Download Fakaza
Jdot Breezy has gotten his fans on the edge of their seats with this party thriller.
His song “Tweak Shit“is already causing stirs in the streets leaving people in awe of his wordsmith powers.
Jdot Breezy has shown that music just got better. He has won numerous awards from his previous songs and with the cooperation of his fans he hopes he can win more with this new song theme “Tweak Shit“.
Little Lyrics Below!!
[Verse]
Smoke dead niggas to the face, come on, bitch, yeah, we can match
It’s a fifty on the Glock, that’s why the clip lookin’ so fat
Caught that nigga ass lackin’, hollows ate that nigga back
Fuck the plug, bitch, I’ma cut him and just walk off with the pack
It’s a thirty on my nine, I walk down, don’t need a splat
We done popped a couple niggas, fuck the opps, tell ’em it’s that
Fuck that dead-ass nigga, you cryin’, can’t get him back
You gon’ hop on Live tweaking, we gon’ pop up, where you at?
I been popped out all weekend, you tweakin’, like where you at?
And he be dissin’ on the gang, his brain, we dismantle that
Don’t think they takin’ one of ours, don’t worry, we spin it back
Off with his head, knock off his dreads and knock his fuckin’ pelvis back
We drop locations on the daily, they fakin’, ain’t spin it yet
Can’t get him, we get his lady, just go push her fitted back
All that tweakin’ on the ‘net, I hope you really livin’ that
Boy, I be chasing niggas down, hope you don’t think you runnin’ fast
We ’bout drama, we tote choppers, we bring it where your mama at
Hogtie her ass up and put her in his garbage can
Toe tag, body bag, put these hollows on your ass
You know lil’ bro, he be on go, he call himself, just blast his ass
Hell nah, we ain’t broke, bitch, we be gettin’ to the bag
I fucked his sister and his BM, now that pussy nigga mad
Bro, stop the car, I’m hoppin’ out, I jump back in, you mash the gas
I think that bitch had a lil’ turbo, bro be drivin’ extra fast
She cryin’ for her baby, now jit mama extra sad
But I’m lookin’ for jit brother, I can’t wait to catch his ass
Can’t get one and not the other, fuck the six, stay extra mag
Catch them groupies, get into it, I’ma stretch one of they ass
I can’t take Lil Popeye serious, I know that dude had left his mans
Just ’cause he left him, them boys wet him, now jit in a body bag
Ain’t no comin’ back from that, lil’ pussy boy, you extra sad
Oh, you a member, such a killer, but you left your fuckin’ mans
Smokin’ dude who killed himself, I start to choke, this hella gas
Get in my feelings and smoke Teki, that’s when I get extra mad
Thirty-three up in this glizzy, finger-fuck it extra fast
Catch an opp, I ain’t have my gun, I fucked around and stole his ass
He wanna run with them niggas, fuck it, we gon’ smoke his ass
Baby Drac’ fit in my pants, I don’t need a totin’ bag
He wanna run with them niggas, fuck it, we gon’ smoke his ass
Baby Drac’ fit in my pants, I don’t need a totin’ bag
Smoke dead niggas to the face, come on, bitch, yeah, we can match
It’s a fifty on the Glock, that’s why the clip lookin’ so fat
Caught that nigga ass lackin’, hollows ate that nigga back
Fuck the plug, bitch, I’ma cut him and just walk off with the pack
It’s a thirty on my nine, I walk down, don’t need a splat
We done popped a couple niggas, fuck the opps, tell ’em it’s that
Fuck that dead-ass nigga, you cryin’, can’t get him back
You gon’ hop on Live tweaking, we gon’ pop up, where you at?
I been popped out all weekend, you tweakin’, like where you at?
And he be dissin’ on the gang, his brain, we dismantle that
Don’t think they takin’ one of ours, don’t worry, we spin it back
Off with his head, knock off his dreads and knock his fuckin’ pelvis back
We drop locations on the daily, they fakin’, ain’t spin it yet
Can’t get him, we get his lady, just go push her fitted back
All that tweakin’ on the ‘net, I hope you really livin’ that
Boy, I be chasing niggas down, hope you don’t think you runnin’ fast
We ’bout drama, we tote choppers, we bring it where your mama at
Hogtie her ass up and put her in his garbage can
Toe tag, body bag, put these hollows on your ass
You know lil’ bro, he be on go, he call himself, just blast his ass
Hell nah, we ain’t broke, bitch, we be gettin’ to the bag
I fucked his sister and his BM, now that pussy nigga mad
Bro, stop the car, I’m hoppin’ out, I jump back in, you mash the gas
I think that bitch had a lil’ turbo, bro be drivin’ extra fast
She cryin’ for her baby, now jit mama extra sad
But I’m lookin’ for jit brother, I can’t wait to catch his ass
Can’t get one and not the other, fuck the six, stay extra mag
Catch them groupies, get into it, I’ma stretch one of they ass
I can’t take Lil Popeye serious, I know that dude had left his mans
Just ’cause he left him, them boys wet him, now jit in a body bag
Ain’t no comin’ back from that, lil’ pussy boy, you extra sad
Oh, you a member, such a killer, but you left your fuckin’ mans
Smokin’ dude who killed himself, I start to choke, this hella gas
Get in my feelings and smoke Teki, that’s when I get extra mad
Thirty-three up in this glizzy, finger-fuck it extra fast
Catch an opp, I ain’t have my gun, I fucked around and stole his ass
He wanna run with them niggas, fuck it, we gon’ smoke his ass
Baby Drac’ fit in my pants, I don’t need a totin’ bag
He wanna run with them niggas, fuck it, we gon’ smoke his ass
Baby Drac’ fit in my pants, I don’t need a totin’ bag
- Year Released: 2021
- Artist: Jdot Breezy
- Track Title: Tweak Shit
- Author: Mhizter Rõçky Bøy
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