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Y'all don't want no problems up in here

These niggas wear dresses and y'all call me weird nigga?

Go in niggas' pockets while we here

What kind of cologne do you wear because all I could smell is fear nigga

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

Boy I'm from New Orleans where the dope fiends kill niggas

Brains came out his fucking ear

I got a full clip, I empty the whole thing up in here

Now I'mma keep a pill and a blunt

I might pass the motherfucker but most likely I'mma flunk

Tell my bitch I could do bad on my own

She say "You gon' miss me nigga." I say "Bitch the thrill is gone"

I ain't drove it look better in the driveway

Married to the MOB, man you niggas just some bridesmaids

Bitches give me head instead of playing mind games

Tattooed tears for my homies, it's a cryin' shame

You could get a Dom P bottle to your face

Niggas just construction workers, trynna build a case

Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait

Why your bitch blowing me up? If I answer, I deflate

Motherfucker I'm like

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

I fuck her 'til she cry, make that ho drink her fuckin' tears

Lord, I hope she swallow more than tears

Then her homegirl came in the room and volunteered

Man, dreads hanging out the ski mask

Run up in your house, the couch potatoes getting mashed

Run up in the kitchen get your stash out the oven

You wonder how we know? stop talking while you cuddlin'

Ain't nothing like some pussy when you going through something

Just called a bad bitch, I said I'm going through something

Bugatti sitting still, look like it's going 200

Pussy nigga keep your mouth closed like you chew onions

Mother fucker I'm like

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

Rather be judged by my jewelry, not a jury of my peers

And I got some kush to hide in her brassiere

And we only selling what the boat bring here nigga

Y'all don't want no problems up in here

Cause I got shooters on the roof like some fucking reindeer

And I'm probably with the model of the year

I'm about to go Pac with the nose ring up in here

Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous

Young Money motherfucking Entertainment

And y'all know Marley got the chopper up in here

Yeah, me, myself and I, the fucking Three Musketeers

Smoke like I fucking disappeared

I check your pussy ass, and wait for it to clear nigga

Tunechi, everybody know your name like Cheers, nigga

Started from the bottom now my whole team here nigga!

Tunechi!

Yeah, D5

Whatup Five?

Worry bout me, give a fuck about you

Just as a reminder to myself

Bust every single nut in her motherfucking mouth

I'm like, Lord I hope she swallow more than tears...Tunechi!