Man, f** these n***as
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these b**hes screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me
n***a pict' how I'm rollin'
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my b**h on that coke
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the b**h on me
She selling p**y and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me, n***a, click and clack
Lets go
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on ya head
Boy, you on sale
Yeah I see you in hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I ain't a beggin' muthaf**a
But n***a please
And I aim this muthaf**a at your memories
And all my n***as bloods but we make you n***as bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I'm the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I'm triple OG, fugue splitting the sweet
f** b**hes get money
Mission complete
Man f** these n***as I ain't worried bout 'em
These n***as pure p**y, pull a pearl out em?
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I'm shooting to k**
Young wild muthaf**a pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin' this b**h
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that p**y while she on a head stand
I'm a dog hoe, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My b**h sniff more lines than a barcode
Yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait til my album drop...