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Yeah
Tweet Mack, Tweet Mack
Yeah
Tweet Mack, Tweet Mack
Yeah
Heard he got control
Bitch
All my diamonds froze
I wake up I'm on go mode
We got rich and this shit by the boatload
All these bitches be takin' these photos
I'm like, "Oh no"
We be catchin' them players like Ocho
Yeah
They like, "Tweet Mack where you at?"
Yeah they heard he get control
I said I will never lack
I sat back and chased my goals
I know this shit for a fact
I can never sell my soul
Yeah this life shit took a toll
We put shit in full effect
No my life is not for show
Bitch you know we from the jets
Why you not stickin' to the code?
I live my life without regrets
I give you trust you better not fold
(Yeah yeah)
We can get shit clapped
Why the f*ck they applausin' hoes?
I got snipers with that scope
Hang them bitches by the rope
Won't laugh and joke
This shit get deep where you can't float
(Yeah yeah)
Where I'm from this shit get cold
Coolin' kit we leave shit froze
This shit might get out control
I done slid around in that Rolls
Bitch I'm known to cross the globe
(Yeah yeah)
We flew out to Cali.
My phone been on DND
Ain't no niggas seein' me
Won't get burnt like Easy-E
We spin shit like a DVD
Let shit blow like TNT
(Boom)
They like, "Tweet Mack where you at?"
Yeah they heard he got control
I said I will never lack
I sat back and chased my goals
I know this shit for a fact
I can never sell my soul
Yeah this life shit took a toll
We put shit in full effect
No my life is not for show
(Yeah yeah)
No my life is not for show
Tired of fuckin' with these hoes
They can never prove me wrong
I can never prove em' right
Tell your man to watch his tone
Niggas with me they don't fight
(Vroom)
We in your city through the night
Pop my shit on any song
No I never had to write
Heard they do it all for likes
I get paid up from my phone
Sent my brodie up a kite
He ain't never comin' home
(Yeah)
He ain't never comin' home
Yeah we fifty floors up
Bitch we really top tier
Brand new whip the doors go up
We ain't never stoppin' here
(Nah nah nah nah)
We ain't never stoppin' here
Yeah that's me that's pullin' up
We chase racks we never cared
My life sick no throwin' up
Told my dawg to say a prayer
I was always showin' love
I feel like I don't get enough
Gave out daps and gave out hugs
I can still get niggas touched
When shit get hot you better not trip
Diamonds cool my neck and wrist
Spent like 5k for a fit
Everyday we get shit lit
Lot of bitches on my dick
I ain't foolin' around for shit
They can't get up in my mix
(Nah nah nah)
They can't get up in my mix
I wake up I'm on go mode
We got rich and this shit by the boatload
All these bitches be takin' these photos
I'm like, "Oh no"
We be catchin' them players like Ocho
(Chet)
They like, "Tweet Mack where you at?"
Yeah they heard he get control
I said I will never lack
I sat back and chased my goals
I know this shit for a fact
I can never sell my soul
Yeah this life shit took a toll
We put shit in full effect
No my life is not for show
No my life is not for show
(Nah nah nah yeah)

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