Tweakin Lyrics - Vic Mensa

You could-you could hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the windows 

Swangin' down your block with the birdie in my lap 

You can hear my smoke, burnin' loud I'm back to business 

Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin' 

And I think it's that weed capped me, I'm tweakin' 

Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin' 

Pullin' donuts in the beem, homie I'm tweakin' 

Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin' 

Sound like Ray J and Chris Brown on Celebrity Deathmatch 

With the latter of the two get his neck slashed 

The slap of the paraplegic with a pair of crutches 

Wiping my ass with Rosie O'Donnell's mustache 

I got Martha Stewart cooking yola 

Molly int he cherry cola, rub it on your areolas 

She let me cactus the cat backwards 

And vacuumed the seeds from out of my black backwood 

I'm an author without the aardvark 

Pull tricks like Card Shark, thumbs up to the camera like Nardwuar 

Warhol of the nard park 

The yacht in the water hit your daughter in a smart car 

Heart colder than body parts frozen in ice 

Chopped the digits leave the five fingers for the mics 

Might pull a suicide mission and dip with the doors up 

African elephants in my tour bus 

Where do babies come from? Porkin' the stork 

Poorly parked pullin' into your Porsche with a Ford 

44 on the dash, put a dent in your door, close your mouth 

The witnesses never make it to court 

Borderline stir crazy, crepes and bigues that's tasty 

Especially drippin' with liquid rabies 

Rail a adderall pill and cook mushrooms in my gravy 

Put a hit on every YouTube commenter who hates me 

I don't want to fight 

I just want a quiet life and a nice little suburban place to cry at night 

And an eye dropper filled to the top with cyanide 

So my psychiatrist dies soon as she tries the Sprite 

Psyche! I love everyone 

Goodnight, thanks for having me, hope your mom's not made at me 

At Penn State yellin', "Free Sandusky!" 

Does he know what he's doin'? He's tweakin' 

I think the Illuminati is real 

And your body's the peel and your soul is the fruit 

And they goal is to steal and control all the juice 

I seen way too many pyramids, that's from from Kufu 

Foofoo niggas out here snakin' on the reggo 

You should ask a snake where its legs go 

But then again I'm smokin' on the medical 

Got the white owl look like an egg roll 

And that was Scooby snacks, Petco 

I'm a lunatic belong inside a loony bin 

I burned it down for you because I love you 

Now I'm movin' in 

Ooh a condominimum, condom in ya enema 

Bumpin' Kanye like it just came out 

No songs with Kendrick, we just hang out 

They say a smart man looks like a mad man to a dumb man 

But one man... wait I'm tweakin' 

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump 

Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt 

Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump 

La la la la la 

Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump 

Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt 

Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump 

La la la la la 

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