Yeah I’m looking for the tune

For the tune, yuh

Uh

We major, we major

I’m beaming like a laser

CJ hit my pager, yeah

I’m beast mode when they cater

Get XD out like Sega

I’m master like I’m Vega

I stay paid cuz

I stay paid cause

Anytime I drop shit the fans gon' cop it

You’re not kicks and godsends

The ho’s gon cop em, boxin up slop disk

Come and get your lips

What we treat her like the Loch Ness

I feel like I’m dip set, I’m grimy like a rock, shit

That’s gon make her big bad

Uncle Junior

You come inside the crib you would’ve thought it was a Hooters

You ain’t keep a pimp, you’ll do anything to move her

Skulls get a mention, big bully like I’m Buford

So much Polaroid

So much Polaroid you thought it was a country club

Never really care, they always thought I was the holy one

Flexin on you squares, I flex my tribe like a polygon

She play truth or dare she let me put it in her tummy, yum

I should feel stained, with my dawgs, not the only one

Jumpstreet villain celebrate dawg it’s like the holy one

I’m invincible I cannot break I feel like Nolan son

Uh

Yeah, I’m looking for the tune, for tune, hoe

Yeah, I’m looking for the tune, whatcha doing hoe?

Yeah, I’m looking for the tune, whatcha doing hoe?

Yeah I’m looking for tune, for the tune

I’m fucking on your bitch because she work at AMC

So when I hit the theater I get all the snacks for free

Oh

Yuh