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

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the
I these niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't to curse in church
And my bitch' pussy taste just like Mrs.
I mean that, that
Don't be short with work nigga
We find out yo ho work nigga
We follow your from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst
Get'em
I don't really fuck around certain niggas
Fuck all niggas, except my niggas
These niggas backwards
ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
stay in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
These chumps ain't even got chump
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 it's going down if I'm her
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the
I get my from Rico Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You ever see me broke? 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 drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
that bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all in Swahili nigga
Ain't free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
Chop his off, put it in the fridge
Try not to that shit for dinner

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