Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose Red bone naked, in the bed I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression" Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF Man, we living in like a deep breath Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her Money on the table, on the table Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego" And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck hoe I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello" Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe Bitch, what gon' say? I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some
And then I let Kush burn, let that Kush burn Yeah I let that Kush Smoking gasoline, The booth on fire, I'm in here getting Money, bitch we at the top like barbwire
Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin' Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan get real, if you scared go to catholic school And if we want it, straight jack it like a room Shoot your ass 100 times and over you Lil Tunechi so fly, I got bitch, AK in my firm grip Leap if you feeling like Kermit, Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal I'm stuntin', gettin' new TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car BOOM! bitch Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike Fuck them on that fuck-shit Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT
And then I let that Kush burn, let that burn Yeah I let that Kush Smoking gasoline, The on fire, I'm in here getting higher at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer