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(Intro)
I it's simple
Can't wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the
I pray these niggas don't fuck me
And I don't like to curse in
And my bitch' pussy taste just like Mrs.
I mean that, that
Don't be short that work nigga
We find out where yo ho nigga
We follow your moms from church
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a quencher
Tune
I don't really around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, my niggas
These hustling backwards
Check ya mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my clearer
choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes
You know I like dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a
Man it's like things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
yourself before I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work Rico Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when gone
Had a phone in jail, a cellphone
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' bitch speed up
I'm these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat
Celebrate when a rat die, a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of lines
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
Chop his off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me you nigga to America most
nigga round with me carry a tote
Sadity bitches like a nigga 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 the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you make a year; I could do with the blow
You keep on playin with me, bet put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we to see
These sweet as perfume to me
I mean like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin with 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 buck shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him for dead
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, going hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' over broads
pussy nigga but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
know "to fuck with me cuz I got it"