Tunechi's Back

Tunechi's Back

Lil' Wayne

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 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

yeah

Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac

Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop