Mike, cut something on man you know
Never let me get on nothing dawg
Man cut man cut man cut some more man
Hurry up though before tune gets back, come on
Yea, D5 mothaf*cka
It's Tunechi Junior b**h
Pops let me go ahead get em one time, ya hear me?
Hold up
Turn my mothaf*ckin mic on
And I ain't even til the mothaf*ckin light's on
This ain't a dick, this a mothaf*ckin python
And if it's well call me, f** Tyrone
You know what? It's time for y'all n***as to sit
Big a** hoes, no over bullsh**
Such a slash, tow my truck, you ain't rich
But tell that yo side n***a s** my dick
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'Cause I got a lot of s**m if you need it, s**m if you need it
Them b**hes going crazy for no f*ckin reason
I beat you p**sy n***as up til you start bleeding
Menstrual cycle, f** it, go ahead bleach em
Diarrhea, I'm runnin this sh**, I'm just getting laps on
All my n***as strapped up and y'all p**sy n***as got strap on
b**h we breathe these 5 stars, b**h we bleed these 5 stars
YMCMB, you can come get f**ed by 5 stars
She ain't got to talk to boo, I done made her stupid a** walk home
I k** a beat, the back row and the yap rolled on as a mothaf*ckin superdome
Okay you know I'm a f*ckin beast, yea I'm f*ckin creep
You can get these 30 clips Tunechi wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leis, now I run the f**in streets
2 finger in her p**y then I tell that p**y peace uh
It's Chuckee, she say yo name Chuckee? Said no, my name Sydney
And she don't shed a T if you stupid that's lucky
Field bowl em fat, kinda got my nose stuffin
All my n***as on gas, quick trip
And all my n***as gonna blast this sh**
See all y'all n***as doing bad as sh**
So really I'ma act a f**in aston ship
Truck fit on my neck
That truck mean I truck your a**
She got junk up in her trunk
I guess it's time to take out the trash
And you thought this sh** was over
Got paper like a f*ckin school folder
If her gra** ain't cut get the lawnmower
Tony tell em b**hes it's Libra Gang
Vocal lessons, let the Nina sing
Before I leave up out this b**h they gonna know my f*ckin name
Right man, junior junior
f** a dog, b**h I got a puma
Man these n***as p**y stack no wonder why I was smelling tuna
Lame a** boys don't want no trouble
P**sy n***as just a bunch of s**ers
Smash him, leave mimes, you can call me a motherf**er
Man I'm bout to ank a** and it's Shaquille, she's a little teased
But big Whitney on my personal, look girls hey say release
b**h I'm leaving B.I.G, my gun is little Cesar
If that girl don't pop it off, I'll just keep right on her reef
Okay that gold pack in my pocket, I'm like a rag up in a socket
And when I cop that nina nine you better not co*k thuglet uh
YMB the sh**, I say damn everybody else
I be kickin girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Huh, big bro say it's your time n***a
Let what the f** the man said
Boy I body these verse that's why they cost a old man a leg
Left that coochy smoking, she gonna fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my sh** under arrest
Go!
Mike turn the mic off dawg
f** I'm just playin around dawg
Mike cut the beat off before Tune get back