[Intro]
Man, f** these n***as
[Hook]
Tunechi's back
Tunechi's back
That's all these b**hes screaming
That Tunechi's back
All eyes on me
n***a picture how I'm rolling
Strapped up with that Mac
Masked up like a goalie
Man my b**h on that coke
She snorted 4 and a baby
Now the b**h owe me
She selling p**y and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back
Tunechi's back
And I brought them twins with me, n***a
Click and Clack
Let's go
[Verse]
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on your head
Boy, you're on sale
Yeah I'll see you in Hell
Pop-Pop, get well
Make breakfast
Cause I got you walking on egg shells
Xan with that lean
I ain't a begging 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 O-G
Fuque's 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 Madonna
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, ho
Camo cargos
Semi auto
My b**h sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop