Hammer on the dresser work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked in the bed flexin'
I say b**ch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS I'm flyer than PF
Man we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money real b**ches with fake asses
If she dont wanna f**k I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table guns on the table
B**ch im on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is that choppa
I finger f**k that ho
Hello I am Tunechi
You had me at hello
Drop top Maybach clean like Ajax
Man I dont f**k with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we dont know you you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple
What that is apple jacks
P**sy ni**a I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a ni**a drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs
I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your b**ch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that a** out like a wardrobe
B**ch what they gonna say
Still eating rappers on my f**king lunch break
Bad yellow b**ch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I f**k her to some Drake
And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline b**ch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money b**ch we at the top like barbwire
Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no b**ch
I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhf**kin throat itch
Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your b**ch something
Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan
Sh*t get real if ya scared go to catholic school
And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room
Shoot your a** 100 times and stand over you
Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia
Burn b**ch AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit sermons
Preach reach and I smoke your a** like Cheech
I be faded like bleach double barrel Siamese
I like my swisher obese f**k that b**ch like police
F**k these haters with no grease you get chin checked goatee
Money talks b**ch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech
Bank card heavy my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat I call that sh*t Garfield
We'll bring the O K Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers not coattails I make lump sums oatmeal
I'm stuntin getting new money
Trukfit money Mountain Dew money tell em
I get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne
In the words of my ni**a BP I'll hit a b**ch with a car bomb boom
Lil' b**ch niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout sh*t
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
F**kin f**k niggas on that f**k sh*t
Suck a ni**a dick for some Trukfit
And let that kush burn let that kush
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline b**ch
The booth on fire im in here getting higher
Holla at a ni**a if you want that Oscar Mayer
