Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me, nigga picture how I'm rolling
Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby
Now the bitch on/owe 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 your head boy, you're on sale
Yeah I'll 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 begging 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 O.G., Fucus 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 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 ho, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop