Holy

I just bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

Got too much on my mind, hit the blunt and reflect

When I was under arrest, my bitch was under duress

I bet she fucked while I was gone, then I doubled the bet

I smoke weed in Amsterdam, and I smuggle the rest

I act like I'm shaking your hand and you get punched with the left

And you can get killed for shit you said under your breath

And if you do choose to bark, it ain't nothin' to a Vet

Man fuck these ****, I ain't stuntin' these ****

Your bitch about to swallow a bunch of me's, ****

I got a white girl fuckin', suckin' me, ****

While I'm thinkin' bout the days that it sucked to be ****

Bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

****, keep your head up like that gun to your neck

And my bitch was scared to fly, til' we fucked on the jet

Fucked her in the cockpit, all these buttons to press

I just got myself a blonde with the puffiest chest

I just bought myself some time, wrote my Rollie a check

Ridin' in the double R, just regrettin' regret

Gettin' loaded more than once, no Russian Roulette

I just left King of Diamonds, I just fucked a baguette

I ain't call her since that day, I just wasn't impressed

Bull with a nose ring, startin' a bunch of BS

Hide the gun, knock on your door, dressed like UPS

Man fuck these ****, I ain't stuntin' these ****

I'm a bear coughin' up a bunch of honeybees ****

Got hoes under me, like a submarine ****

Got a bitch with a clit, like a butter bean ****

I bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

Yeah, bought my sons toys and my daughter a pet

Bought my homeboys choppas and my woman a dress

And to catch me if I fall, I bought my mother a net

Let's go

Anyone could get knocked off

Any bitch could get knocked up

Baby daddy get locked up

Sell everything, put the house up

Don't say anything, keep your mouth shut

Except two words and that's how much

If I do get out, we skippin' town

She said what about her mama, I paused

I said I gotta do what I gotta, is you gon' ride with me or you not

And she started cryin' and said I'm not

And I paused, I said that's probably what's best

Well I'll be back when pigs fly so they can follow me on my jet

I tell my pilot where to go next

I bring that problem to your doorstep

I catch you slippin' while you tired, like the road wet, like it's no sweat

I'm Tunechi, hi, I'm here to collect

They wonderin' why I ain't gettin' no rest

'Cause that's just too close to arresting

And too far from serve and protect

So, police read me my wrongs

Or just leave me alone

Rub and squintin' my eyes

I still don't see where I'm wrong

Sold my soul to the streets

They bought it previously owned

Went to jail for a Glock

As soon as I got home

I went and bought myself a 9 and that new MAC-11

You talk shit at 10:59 and make the news at 11

Bitch, I'm the wildest motherfucker on the team full of rebels

Young, wild motherfucker to a MILF, cougar, leopard

I'm a lion motherfucker to these hoes, 'cause you could sweat

The euro my secret weapon, like Marc Jackson and Stephen

I see plain cloths pigs in unmarked entrappings

My bitch believe what I say, I told her salt was pepper

I'm cold as malts and medals, sell stolen parts, whatever

Put three holes in your head like a bowling ball, don't spare 'em

And all my **** in jail, that's bullshit, I smell ya

Remember Destiny's Child? My favorite one was Farrah

Man, bought myself a 9 and my brother a TEC

I know you don't want war, like you just a cadet

Tell a motherfucker who next, motherfucker you next

I'm the best rapper alive and they love me to death

Bye

Yeah

Fuck these ****, I ain't stuntin' these ****