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(Intro)
I mean it's
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got money on yo
I do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the
I pray these niggas don't with me
And I don't like to curse in
And my bitch' pussy just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
Don't be short that work nigga
We find out yo ho work nigga
We follow your from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't really around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my
These hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush keep my clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho a housewife
Man it's like some things never change
You ain't got a in a gun range
These chumps even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and going down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
Money talks, like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the
I get my work from Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You ever see me Write on my cast
Boy my so good I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my up, yea
I got bad on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, of flat lines
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so shit built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in Swahili
nothing free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo
Chop his head off, put it in the
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you to America most
nigga round with me carry a tote
Sadity bitches like a Tune on the low
They just be 10 and be doing the most
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you niggas make a I could do with the blow
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin Tune and me
Gang, bang green, in God we trust
Young Cash Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And don't shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the
In gen pop nigga every day in the
I was on the yard, really going hard
And these niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
Everybody "to fuck with me cuz I got it"