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Adam Moyer - Tweekers Tweekers Lyrics

TWEEKER$-TWEEKERS! LyricsI'm the bigger man
You can't stand that
Bitch, I only rap
For your heart attacks
I spaz so hard
I think i'm tweaking out
Oh, shit, yeah i'm freaking out
I don't need your charity clout
Fuck out my face
With that nonsense
Hotline for depression
Not texting me back
So i trap for cash like i need government handouts
Where the hell is
My freedom dividends
Spit on your lens
Like it's pussy lips
This track's buying me lipstick
So once again put this
Tracklist on your wishlist
Fuck it
Get stickers
For the band
And put it
All over your windows
We get bands
Like the ice cream van
In and out
Your weak ass hood
With my hands still clean
Bro, i think i've
Seen too many things
Time for sticky green
Then to hit the scеne
My music amphetamine
Thе way i fuckin spit

I'm a drifter
You're a grifter
Terrible difference
Back to business
Sixth trip south
Good trip bad trip
Sip straight grape liquors
Its's purple power
Purple punch
Purple diesel hours
It's all ours
I put in the hours
In the kitchen
Bitching ass rappers
Talking about the same subjects
As if i ain't rap circles
Around em for
After verse
It must hurt to be the worst
Cursed honestly
Honey to be frank
I don't give a damn
Fuckin trap for once
Instead of catching
These hands
You got no real friends
You got no fucking land
You not in the band
Until you make some bands
That's real shit
Bitches forget it
Like they forgot your lyrics
Ludicrous
Lyrica fills my veins
Like my foot fills your hole
Sticky ass green
Got me fiending for it
Like it's the secret krabby patty recipe
My formula is stealing your whore than passing your mid ass blunt
Out the door
Fuck is you on
Bitch ass

Ah!
I think I'm tweakin' out!
Ah!
I think I'm freakin' out!

I think I'm tweakin' out!
Ah!
I think I'm freakin' out!