Tunechi's Back

Man f**k these n***as

Tunechi's back tunechi's back

That's all these b***hes screaming that Tunechi's back

All eyes on me n***a picture I'm rolling

Strapped up with that Mac masked up like a goalie

Man my b***h on that ** she snorted four and a baby

Now the b***h owe me she sell that p***y and pay me

They saying Tunechi's back Tunechi's back

And I brought them twins with me n***a Click and Clack

Let's go

Out on bail work on the scale

Put some change on your head boy you on sale

Yeah I'll see you in hell pop-pop get well

Make breakfast

Cause I got you walking on egg shells

Xan with that lean

I ain't a begging motherf**ker but n***a please

And I aim this motherf**ker at your memories

And all my n***as Bloods but we make you n***as 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 Fuque splitting a Sweet

F**k b***hes get money mission complete

Man f**k these n***as I ain't worried 'bout 'em

These n***as pure p***y 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 motherf**ker 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 b***h watch where your head land

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

Stand up and eat that p***y while she on a headstand

I'm a dog ho

Camo cargos semi-auto

My b***h 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