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 for 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’ muthaf-cka, but nigga please and I aim this muthaf-cka 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 aint the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun, I’m triple OG, a few 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 Madonna, 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 muthahfucka 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 bar-code, yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac, sorry for the wait, 'til my album drop