To The Bank

I'm twistin' medicinal

Pissin' medicinal, spittin' that clinical

I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant

Bitch tryna clip the umbilical

I ain't simple or typical, gen or a general

****, I'm nuts, no genitals

I fell in love with them chemicals

I bust a few nuts and she swim in them

These **** act tough and they feminine

Play no games, **** not even scrimmaging

These **** can't see me, no imagery

My pockets so fat, they hemorrhaging

Damn, that's an injury

I gotta keep the same energy

My soda pink with that remedy

I can't rest in peace 'cause they digging me, shit

Big Tune', l lick shots, them **** lick wounds

Shoot up everything but the kids' room

I walk out the bank like the men's room

I got paper like I'm a Tribune

I fly a bitch out like a witch broom

I run in her mouth like some gym shoes

Cum all over her face, now her skin smooth

Ho-ass ****

Camel toe-ass ****

Pantie hoe-ass ****

Candy store-ass ****

Sweet and sour dough-ass ****

Don't know how it go-ass ****

I'm a giant, I'ma come and fum-fee-fi and fo that ****

Wait, I'm a baboon, I'm a tycoon

Bitch, it's Lil Tune', elephant in the room

I'm the shit, the perfume, I'm the salt in the wound

And I walk on the moon, it's like carpet to Tune'

I thought yous a goon, but take off the costume

You soft as balloons, I play darts with balloons, yeah

I make your heart boo-boo-boom, yeah

I break her heart like the rules, yeah

Wait, I'm living the dream

Pimpin' the green

Sipping the lean

Give me a bean

Feeling serene

I'm here with a queen

She here for a ring

I'm killing those dreams

I'm killing this scene

A **** a king

They kissin' the ring

It blingity-bling

Chopper revvin'

I'm with the regime

We finna Rage Against The Machine

I'm twistin' medicinal

Sippin' medicinal, spittin' that clinical

I'm in the delivery room, pockets pregnant

Bitch tryna clip the umbilical

I ain't simple or typical, gen or a general

****, I'm nuts, no genitals

I fell in love with them chemicals

I bust a few nuts and she swim in them

These **** act tough and they feminine

Play no games, **** not even scrimmaging

These **** can't see me, no imagery

My pockets so fat, they hemorrhaging

Damn, that's an injury

I gotta keep the same energy

My soda pink with that remedy

I can't rest in peace 'cause they digging me, shit

Big Tune', l lick shots, them **** lick wounds

Shoot up everything but the kids' room

I walk out the bank like the men's room

I got paper like I'm a Tribune

I fly a bitch out like a witch broom

I run in her mouth like some gym shoes

Cum all over her face, now her skin smooth