Tunechi's Back

Man, fuck these ****

"Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back"

That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi's back

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

Strapped up with that Mac, masked up like a goalie

Man, my bitch on that coke, she snorted four and a baby

Now, the bitch owe me, she sell that pussy and pay me

They saying "Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back"

And I brought 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 on sale

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

Make breakfast 'cause I got you walking on eggshells

Xan with that lean

I ain't a begging motherfucker, but, ****, please

And I aim this motherfucker 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 OG, Fuque splitting a Sweet

Fuck bitches, get money, mission complete

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

These **** 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 motherfucker, 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 headstand

I'm a dog, ho

Camo cargos, semi-auto

My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah

Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac

Sorry 4 The Wait, till my album drop