Tweaker
Chief Keef Lyrics


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All these niggas hating on me 'cause
My wrist is like a freezer
Smelling like loud, I'm a reeker
All black, I'm the Grim Reaper
Whose bitch this is, she's a freaker
Whose homie is this, he's a geeker
Get yo ass off the court sit in the bleachers
I walk in and you know I tweak up for tweakers

Thousand dollar peacoat, nigga
My car a speedboat, nigga
We walk up in the party turn into a limo, nigga
Don't come for me lil nigga
Go and find Nemo, nigga
Get your face repo-ed, nigga
Go to sleep lil nigga
Yo bitch want me to save her, I'm no hero nigga
Call me subzero, nigga
How I freeze hoes, nigga
These niggas always copying, where the kinko's nigga
You think I own moo and oink with all these meatrolls, nigga
Call me Sosa Future all these freak hoes, nigga
Call me Sosa Turner how I beat hoes, nigga
You know I got the burner got the heat lil nigga
If you can't stand me go take a seat lil nigga (Bang)

All these niggas hating on me 'cause
My wrist is like a freezer
Smelling like loud, I'm a reeker
All black, I'm the Grim Reaper
Whose bitch this is, she's a freaker
Whose homie is this, he's a geeker
Get yo ass off the court sit in the bleachers
I walk in and you know I tweak up the tweakers

Where my food blood?
Where my food cuz?
I like mula, don't like rumors
Maison Margiela's for Concords
My Nina a tomboy
I ain't got time for it
Go wait in line for it
I'm cooling with my boys
We blow at you and your boys
You say that you're balling you ain't got nothing to show for it
Bitch I like driving
What I need a chauffeur for?
The heat on my hip
The fuck I need a holster for?
'Cause I got all this bread
That's why I need a toaster for
Don't know why you love the whore
Her pussy like open doors
She sit by the fire
I told her, "Here go some smores"
She seen that I like her
I give her back, "Sir, here go your daughter" (Bang)

All these niggas hating on me 'cause
My wrist is like a freezer
Smelling like loud, I'm a reeker
All black, I'm the Grim Reaper
Whose bitch this is, she's a freaker
Whose homie is this, he's a geeker




Get yo ass off the court sit in the bleachers
I walk in and you know I tweak up the tweakers

Overall Meaning

In Chief Keef's song "Tweaker," he explores themes of self-confidence, power, and dominance. He starts by addressing the haters who envy him because of his success and extravagant lifestyle. He boasts about his expensive wristwatch, comparing it to a freezer, indicating that it is icy and flashy. He also mentions smelling like loud, a slang term for high-quality marijuana, establishing himself as a dominant figure.


The lyrics continue to showcase Chief Keef's assertiveness and fearless attitude. He refers to himself as the Grim Reaper, symbolizing his ability to intimidate and conquer. He dismisses those who are beneath him, calling them "freakers" and "geekers," while establishing his superiority and commanding authority. The repetition of the phrase "I walk in and you know I tweak up for tweakers" further emphasizes his confidence and readiness to assert his dominance in any situation.


Throughout the song, Chief Keef also highlights his lavish and extravagant lifestyle. He mentions his thousand-dollar peacoat and his fast car, presenting himself as a powerful and untouchable figure. He asserts that no one should dare come for him, comparing the search for his competition to finding the fictional character Nemo. The lyrics also touch on his reputation with women, alluding to his ability to attract and seduce them effortlessly.


Overall, "Tweaker" reflects Chief Keef's self-assuredness, wealth, and prowess, as well as his disregard for those who oppose him or try to imitate his style.


Interesting Facts about Chief Keef's song "Tweaker":


Interesting Facts
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Line by Line Meaning

All these niggas hating on me 'cause
Many people dislike me because


My wrist is like a freezer
My wrist is adorned with expensive diamond jewelry


Smelling like loud, I'm a reeker
I smell strongly of high-quality marijuana


All black, I'm the Grim Reaper
Dressed completely in black, I am intimidating like the personification of death


Whose bitch this is, she's a freaker
I don't know who this woman belongs to, but she is very sexually promiscuous


Whose homie is this, he's a geeker
I don't know who this person is associated with, but he is a heavy drug user


Get yo ass off the court sit in the bleachers
Get off the basketball court and find a seat in the spectator area


I walk in and you know I tweak up for tweakers
When I enter, everyone knows I am enhancing the experience for those who use drugs


Thousand dollar peacoat, nigga
I am wearing an expensive peacoat worth one thousand dollars


My car a speedboat, nigga
My car is like a speedboat, fast and luxurious


We walk up in the party turn into a limo, nigga
When we arrive at a party, it transforms into a luxurious limousine


Don't come for me lil nigga
Don't try to attack or challenge me, young individual


Go and find Nemo, nigga
Go on a search for something else, young individual


Get your face repo-ed, nigga
Have your face taken away forcefully, young individual


Go to sleep lil nigga
Go to sleep, young individual


Yo bitch want me to save her, I'm no hero nigga
The woman you are associated with wants me to rescue her, but I am not a hero


Call me subzero, nigga
Refer to me as subzero, young individual


How I freeze hoes, nigga
I coldly reject and disregard women, young individual


These niggas always copying, where the kinko's nigga
These individuals are constantly imitating me, as if they were at a Kinko's copying center


You think I own moo and oink with all these meatrolls, nigga
You believe I own a barbecue joint with all these big stacks of money, young individual


Call me Sosa Future all these freak hoes, nigga
Refer to me as Sosa Future because I have many sexually adventurous women around me, young individual


Call me Sosa Turner how I beat hoes, nigga
Compare me to Sosa Turner, as I dominate and conquer women, young individual


You know I got the burner got the heat lil nigga
You are aware that I possess a firearm and I am dangerous, young individual


If you can't stand me go take a seat lil nigga (Bang)
If you are unable to tolerate or accept my presence, find a place to sit down, young individual (Violent expression)


Where my food blood?
Where is the money or valuables my associate?


Where my food cuz?
Where is the money or valuables my close friend?


I like mula, don't like rumors
I enjoy money, but I dislike spreading gossip


Maison Margiela's for Concords
I wear Maison Margiela clothing with my Air Jordan Concord sneakers


My Nina a tomboy
My firearm is a tough and capable weapon


I ain't got time for it
I don't have enough time to devote to that


Go wait in line for it
Go join the queue to obtain whatever you desire


I'm cooling with my boys
I am relaxing and hanging out with my friends


We blow at you and your boys
We will attack you and your group of friends


You say that you're balling you ain't got nothing to show for it
You claim to be successful, but you have no tangible evidence to support your claims


Bitch I like driving
Woman, I enjoy the act of driving vehicles


What I need a chauffeur for?
Why would I require a driver?


The heat on my hip
I am armed with a firearm


The fuck I need a holster for?
Why would I need a holster for my firearm?


'Cause I got all this bread
Because I possess a substantial amount of money


That's why I need a toaster for
That's why I require a gun for protection


Don't know why you love the whore
I don't understand why you have affection for that promiscuous woman


Her pussy like open doors
Her genitals are always available for sexual encounters


She sit by the fire
She is seductively positioned near the fireplace


I told her, 'Here go some smores'
I offered her some roasted marshmallows (possibly a metaphor for sexual advances)


She seen that I like her
She noticed that I have an interest in her


I give her back, 'Sir, here go your daughter' (Bang)
I am returning her to her male guardian, saying 'Sir, here is your daughter' (Possibly a violent ending)




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Written by: Keith Cozart

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