GELO & Lil Wayne – Tweaker (Remix) Lyrics

Tweaker (Remix)

GELO & Lil Wayne

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"Tweaker (Remix)." - GELO & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 04:59 pm

Album: Tweaker (Remix) - Single

Track No: 01

Glizock, pop your shit, boy
Watch over your shoulder, ****
Shit get real out here, fool
Ah
KUNICA on the beat
I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa
Bitch, hold on tight 'cause I'll tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go
And I heard that she wanna show
Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some more
Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wrote
You wanna tweak? Get up with me and I'ma show you how that go
Like the money in my pockets, blow
They havin' convos about me, these pussy **** don't know
Tell me what they talkin' 'bout, I ain't fuckin' listenin'
Let your thoughts run your mouth, but ain't touchin' dividends
****, I ain't from the South, but kick it with my Memphis twin
****, I can't take a loss, I'm always goin' for the win (For the win)
I been geeked up in this booth, I got my blunt packed for the starter
****, don't be here actin' new, they'll put some holes all through your body
I'm like, "Oh, them hoes is cool, let 'em in if that shit water" (Water)
See a **** actin' bothered, got my green light to red dot 'em (Red dot, red dot)
If you spot me, ho, I'm sorry, I can't take you, it get gnarly (Get gnarly)
Look like your **** want smoke, well, we gon' do this shit regardless (Regardless)
And I started from the bottom, just like you, but I was harder (Way harder)
I came up a fuckin' soldier, ****, shout out to my father (Shout out my father)
Ah-ah
He made sure I'd make it farther
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
My trust in God, Glocks, and dollars
I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa
Bitch, hold on tight 'cause I'll tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go
And I heard that she wanna show
Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some more
Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wrote
You wanna tweak? Get up with me and I'ma show you how that go
Like the money in my pockets, blow
They havin' convos about me, these pussy **** don't know
Wah, remix, baby
I cross yo' ass up like Jesus, baby
You know I reheat this, baby, then eat this, baby
And I laced this bitch like Victoria Secrets, baby
This for the tweakers, baby, you see this, baby
Weezy F., and the F is for features, baby
I went from the bleachers, baby, to beaches, baby
To each his own, gotta own, I can't lease it, baby
I'm beastin', baby, I feast like I'm obese and lazy
And if they sleepin' on a G.O.A.T., they countin' sheep then, baby
Weaklings, baby, they comin' with that weak shit, baby
You know I cook a rapper ass like I eat shit, baby, hold up
I'ma use your blood to paint the wall, dog
I could make the art of war look like a Andy Warhol
Money all out the pocket like Lamar, dog
Sonnin' these **** like LaVar Ball, Mula
I might swerve, bend that corner, whoa
Bitch, hold on tight 'cause I'll tweak in this bitch, start lettin' shit go
And I heard that she wanna show
Me who she be, I'm kinda fuckin' with it, show me some more
Bitch, we tatted head to toe, could give a fuck, the story wrote
You wanna tweak? Get up with me and I'ma show you how that go
Like the money in my pockets, blow, blow
They havin' convos about me, these pussy **** don't know
Mula, baby
Yeah, stuntin' like my daddy
All my sons killers, this is target practice, ****, baow
Stuntin' like my daddy
Ball till I fall, ball like the family, hold up
All my sons shooters
Bitch, this Young Mula, hold up
All my sons shooters
Bitch, this Young Mula, hold up
Stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy
Ball till I fall, ball like the family

Writer(s): LiAngelo Ball, Stanislav Kunash & Andrei Rodionov.

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