Man, f-ck these n*****
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
Thats all these b****** screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me
n**** pict' how I'm rollin'
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my b**** on that c**e
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the b**** on me
She selling p-ssy and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me, n****, 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' m****f-cka
But n**** please
And I aim this m****f-cka at your memories
And all my n***** bloods but we make you n***** bleed
Yeah, b***** 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 b****** get money
Mission complete
Man f-ck these n***** I aint worried bout 'em
These n***** 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 m****-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 b****
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 b**** 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
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
Thats all these b****** screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me
n**** pict' how I'm rollin'
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my b**** on that c**e
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the b**** on me
She selling p-ssy and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me, n****, 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' m****f-cka
But n**** please
And I aim this m****f-cka at your memories
And all my n***** bloods but we make you n***** bleed
Yeah, b***** 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 b****** get money
Mission complete
Man f-ck these n***** I aint worried bout 'em
These n***** 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 m****-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 b****
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 b**** 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