Tweakin'

[Intro: London Jae]

Tweakin', haha

[Chorus: London Jae]

I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'

I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'

I can't stand up, stand up, stand up

I been geekin', geekin', geekin'

Spazzin', tweakin'

Spazzin', geekin'

I been tweakin'

I been tweakin'

I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'

I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'

I can't stand up, stand up, stand up

I be geekin', geekin', geekin'

Spazzin', tweakin'

Spazzin', geekin'

I been tweakin'

I been tweakin'

[Verse 1: Young Dro]

Yeah, hold up

I be spazzin' (Spell that shit)

S - P - A - Z - Z - I - N

Dabbin' (Spell that shit)

D - A - A - B - B - I - N

Hold up, bae, roll up, bae

'Bout to pour a four up, bae

I just got some head from shawty

I don't even know her yet

Real strong, real grown

Your boy ain't spazzin' on me, real feel homie

This fresh, rockin' Polo everythin' to the neck

Got five karats all in the grill, homie

Car foreign, y'all boring

Got TVS all in the whip watchin' hard porn

Rifle cocked .40 Glock

I'm tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin'

Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on

What the word on the curb, homie?

All my niggas got furs on

Geeked up in the club last night

Everythin' was a blur, homie

Benz blue, Jimmy Choo

In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to

This Cartier lens blue

I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]

I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'

I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'

I can't stand up, stand up, stand up

I been geekin', geekin', geekin'

Spazzin', tweakin'

Spazzin', geekin'

I been tweakin'

I been tweakin'

I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'

I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'

I can't stand up, stand up, stand up

I be geekin', geekin', geekin'

Spazzin', tweakin'

Spazzin', geekin'

I been tweakin'

I been tweakin'

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]

Huh, I ain't got the illuminati money

But I got the boy you shouldn't try me money

Wonder why they haven't heard an album from me

Didn't sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me

Ha ha, not for sale

Ain't a fan of fairy tales

Ain't no air of oxygen, in outer space

So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?

Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow

Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo

And they say in space, it's four thousand degrees

But it's only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat

Look, now all these niggas political now

Claimin' they woke 'cause it's trendier now

Overnight activist

Even the President's runnin' the world from a Twitter account

Uh, geekin' often, Steven Hawkins

'Bout my coin like meter parkin'

Off the wall like Peter Parker

Here let's get to squeezin' on you like some squeegee water

Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]

I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'

I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'

I can't stand up, stand up, stand up

I been geekin', geekin', geekin'

Spazzin', tweakin'

Spazzin', geekin'

I been tweakin'

I been tweakin'

I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'

I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'

I can't stand up, stand up, stand up

I be geekin', geekin', geekin'

Spazzin', tweakin'

Spazzin', geekin'

I been tweakin'

I been tweakin'

[Outro: B.o.B.]

Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom

Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter

I been comin' your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin'

I run 'em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah