Man, f-ck these niggas Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back Thats all these btiches screaming that Tunechi’s back All eyes on me Nigga pict’ how I’m rollin’ Strapped up with that mac Masked up like a goalie Mad my bitch on that coke She snorted 4 on the bed Now the bitch on me She selling p-ssy and pay me
They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back And I bought them twins with me nigga, 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 aint a beggin’ muthaf-cka But nigga please
And I aim this muthaf-cka at your memories And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed Yeah, bloody mary I’m the one with the money so I aint the one with the gun All I do is give the word to the one with the gun I’m triple OG, ? splitting the sweet F-ck bitches get money Mission complete
Man f-ck the niggas I aint worried bout ‘em These niggas pure p-ssy, pull a pearl out em Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna But I aint trippin, her head is a monster Yeah, we do this for real Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill Young wild mutha-fcka 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 bitch Watch where your head land I aint right I swear to God, I need my head scanned Stand up and eat that p-ssy while she on a head stand I’m a dog hoe, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s My bitch 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…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
