Tunechi's Back

Man, **** these ******

Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back

That's all these *****es screaming that

Tunechi's back

All eyes on me, ***** picture how I'm rolling

Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie

Mad my ***** on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby

Now the ***** on/owe me, she selling ***** and pay me

They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back

And I bought them twins with me *****, 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 mutha****a

But ***** please and I aim this mutha****a

At your memories and all my ****** bloods

But we make you ****** 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

**** *****es get money, mission complete

Man **** these ******, I ain't worried 'bout 'em

These ****** pure *****, 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 mutha****a, 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 *****

Watch where your head land

I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned

Stand up and eat that ***** while she on a head stand

I'm a dog ho, camo cargo's, semi auto's

My ***** 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