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(Intro)
I mean simple
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got money on yo
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I don't even the work
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I like to curse in church
And my pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
Don't be short with work nigga
We find out where yo ho work
We your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a quencher
Tune
I don't fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all niggas, except my niggas
These niggas backwards
Check ya mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind
choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up like fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes
You know I smoke dry ice
Better stay in yo or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a
Man it's like some things will 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 yourself 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
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher
Eagle like the Mojave
I get my from Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train
Hopin' that bitch up
I'm these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my 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 ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me you nigga to America most
Every nigga round with me carry a
Sadity bitches a nigga Tune on the low
They be like 10 and be doing the most
Okay, Tune in the jet over the boat
I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the
What you niggas make a year; I do with the blow
You keep on with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as to me
I mean really cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we
Young Money 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 nigga head, leave him layin for
I get with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop nigga day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really hard
And these niggas catchin' feelings over broads
pussy nigga but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, head I'm about it
know "to fuck with me cuz I got it"