Man, fuck these niggas
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these bitches 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 pussy and pay me



They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back

And I bought them twins with me, nigga, click and clack

Let's 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' motherfucka

But nigga please

And I aim this motherfucka 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 ain't 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

Fuck bitches get money

Mission complete



Man fuck these niggas I ain't worried bout 'em

These niggas pure pussy, 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 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 ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned

Stand up and eat that pussy 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