| Man, fuck these niggas
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| Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
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| That’s all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back
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| All eyes on me
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| Nigga pict' how I’m rollin'
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| Strapped up with that mac
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| Masked up like a goalie
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| Mad my bitch on that coke
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| She snorted 4 on the bed
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| Now the bitch on me
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| She selling pussy and pay me
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| They sayin' Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
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| And I bought them twins with me, nigga, click and clack
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| Lets go
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| Out on bail
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| Work on the scale
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| Put some change on ya head
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| Boy, you on sale
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| Yeah I see you in hell
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| Pop pop get well
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| Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
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| Zan with that lean
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| I ain’t a beggin' muthafucka
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| But nigga please
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| And I aim this muthafucka at your memories
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| And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
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| Yeah, bloody mary
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| I’m the one with the money so I ain’t the one with the gun
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| All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
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| I’m triple OG, fugue splitting the sweet
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| Fuck bitches get money
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| Mission complete
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| Man fuck these niggas I ain’t worried bout 'em
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| These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out em?
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| Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna
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| But I ain’t trippin, her head is a monster
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| Yeah, we do this for real
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| Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
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| Young wild muthafucka pop you and a pill
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| Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
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| You a dead man, I get to poppin' this bitch
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| Watch where your head land
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| I ain’t right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
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| Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
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| I’m a dog hoe, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
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| My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
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| Yeah
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| Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
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| Sorry for the wait til my album drop… |