that's all these bitches screaming that tunechi's back
nigga pict' how i'm rollin'
strapped up with that mac
mad my bitch on that coke
she selling pussy and pay me
they sayin' tunechi's back
and i bought them twins with me
put some change on ya head
make breakfast cause i got you walking on egg shells
i ain't a beggin' muthafucka
and i aim this muthafucka at your memories
and all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
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
fugue splitting the sweet
man fuck these niggas i ain't worried bout 'em
i got a virgin i call her madaonna
swear to god i never shoot unless i'm shooting to kill
young wild muthafucka pop you and a pill
boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
i get to poppin' this bitch
watch where your head land
i ain't right i swear to god
stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
my bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
wish i could take a shot of ciroc with pac
sorry for the wait til my album drop.