Man, f**k these ni**as
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these btiches screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me
Ni**a bitch 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 ni**a, 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
Xan with that lean
I aint a beggin' muthaf-cka
But ni**a please
And I aim this muthaf-cka at your memories
And all my ni**as bloods but we make you ni**as 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 ni**as I aint worried bout 'em
These ni**as pure p-ssy, pull a pearl out em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
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
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