Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Feeling like a crack fiend where it at son
I ain't tryna hear that shit that you be talkin bout
It ain't but a damn thing, where my hand glove
F*cken put em in a hold, got em choking out
Yea the pussy never fold, got em rolling out
Saying shit you never told, bitch I'm spoken out
Yea I'm sleeping in the cold, taking frozen route
And yo shit is getting old, guess I'm molding out
Go and speak it, saying shit I never cared about
Pussy clear the f*cken room I'm tryna tell you sum
All I see is f*cken faces, bitches stare around
Bitch I'm talkin to myself, and I don't care to run
Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
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Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Feeling like a crack fiend where it at son
I ain't tryna hear that shit that you be talkin bout
It ain't but a damn thing, where my hand glove
F*cken put em in a hold, got em choking out
Yea the pussy never fold, got em rolling out
Saying shit you never told, bitch I'm spoken out
Yea I'm sleeping in the cold, taking frozen route
And yo shit is getting old, guess I'm molding out
Go and speak it, saying shit I never cared about
Pussy clear the f*cken room I'm tryna tell you sum
All I see is f*cken faces, bitches stare around
Bitch I'm talkin to myself, and I don't care to run
Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Feeling like a crack fiend where it at son
I ain't tryna hear that shit that you be talkin bout
It ain't but a damn thing, where my hand glove
F*cken put em in a hold, got em choking out
Yea the pussy never fold, got em rolling out
Saying shit you never told, bitch I'm spoken out
Yea I'm sleeping in the cold, taking frozen route
And yo shit is getting old, guess I'm molding out
Go and speak it, saying shit I never cared about
Pussy clear the f*cken room I'm tryna tell you sum
All I see is f*cken faces, bitches stare around
Bitch I'm talkin to myself, and I don't care to run
Tweakin off a hand thing with my dad gun
And I'm in the backseat with a bad one
Bitch I'm in the back street, it ain't that fun
Scratching till my hands bleed, bring it back son
Writer: Sebastian Grimaldo
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