tunechi's back

Lyrics

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, 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 ain't a beggin' muthafucka, but nigga please, and i aim this muthafucka 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, fugue 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 muthafucka 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.