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(Intro)
I mean simple
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I don't do my dirty
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 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 where yo ho nigga
We follow your moms from church
You gonna have to swallow yo pride a thirst quencher
Tune
I don't really fuck around with niggas
Fuck all niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling
Check ya rear-view and your side mirrors
OG kush my mind clearer
choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up like shrimp rice
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me straighten up and fly
Still turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things will never
You ain't got a shot in a gun
chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you know I'm
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, rest in peace to Christopher
Desert Eagle the Mojave
I get my from Rico Suave uh
It's a if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my
Boy my weed so good I cry when it's
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like bumps
I'm sittin on some train
Hopin' bitch speed 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 room, full of flat lines
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over
Got so much shit built up you could it on me
Fuck all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the
Try not to mistake that for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you to America most
Every nigga with me carry a tote
Sadity bitches like a nigga on the low
just be like 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 could do with the
You keep on 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
nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, down with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna the ho up
And buck shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a nigga head, him layin for dead
I get with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop nigga every day in the
I was chillin on the yard, really going
And these niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm really a god
A nigga, bank head I'm about it
know "to fuck with me cuz I got it"