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(Intro)
I mean simple
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 the work
I these niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't like to in church
And my pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, that
Don't be short with that work
We find out yo ho work nigga
We your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst
Get'em
I don't really around with certain niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling
Check ya rear-view mirror and your side
OG kush my mind clearer
choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
Been so long since I seen my white
You know I like dry ice
stay in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me straighten up and fly
Still can't a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some will never change
You got a shot in a gun range
These chumps ain't even got change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
yourself before I sign it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
Money talks, yours like no
Black car, racial profiling, in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? on my cast
Boy my so good I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, a cellphone
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains like speed bumps
I'm sittin on train tracks
that bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, 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...
Testarossa testimony
Got so much shit up you could smell it on me
all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free round but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, fuck yo
Chop his off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake shit for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to most
Every round with me carry a tote
bitches like a nigga 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 year; I do with the blow
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we to see
These niggas as perfume to me
I really like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin Tune and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you don't really us
We a bust a head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught 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 pussy niggas feelings over broads
King pussy but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank head I'm it
Everybody know "to fuck me cuz I got it"