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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 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' motherfucka But nigga please SongtexteAnd I aim this motherfucka 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?, 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 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 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 Aus Songtexte Mania