Ain't Nobody f-cking with me

First degree murder, you can get your degree

Motherf-cker

And you ain’t gotta wonder ’bout me wonder woman

Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan

Real nigga shit, p-ssy niggas gon hate

Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake

I hit it from the back



And make that bitch about face

And then I gotta split

Im sorry baby, sour grapes

She wine, baby dont leave

I duck that bullshit, bob and weave

Everybody tripping, but I ain’t never tripping

Leave your ass flatter than my new television

Im talking about money and the power



Power and the money

This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy

Ima run this shit till im the last man runnin

Mack light that shit, then pass that to me

Young Money motherf-cker yeah

We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis

Dont love that bitch, I f-cked that ho

She pop X I smoke O’s tic-tac-toe



And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind

They say numbers dont lie, is that a 6 or a 9?

I stand infront of the clock

Cause im ahead of the time

Knock your pussy ass off

And send your head to your mom

I ain’t playing with niggas, no sir not me



And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see

Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird im free

And the coupe transform, no Tyrese

Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?

I’m somewhere inbetween joy and pain

And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds



Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground

Now ain’t that about a bitch?

It ain’t never about a bitch

Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch

Backed up by a bunch of G ass niggas

And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga



Eagle street where the real niggas hung

Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come

Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts

F-cking with me its blood, brains or guts

F-ck yall for real though

Sleep with the hammer under the pillow

Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows

Soon as I’m done peel off like velcro, Gone



Baby im stoned, smoking on the strong

Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook

You can’t use that phone

Stopped at the light and put my roof back on

One time for the G’s, the niggas got it lock’d

The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block

The niggas on they P’s and Q’s



Put your bitch on the evening news

Jumping in the game better read the rules

High as a bitch yeah thats me on the moon

F-ck with me die soon, not late

And Im sorry for the motherf-cking wait

Tunechi