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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 touch the work
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I like to curse in church
And my bitch' pussy taste just like Mrs.
I that, believe that
Don't be with that 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
Tune
I don't fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, my niggas
These niggas backwards
ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
OG keep my mind clearer
That get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
can't turn a ho into a housewife
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 fuck with me, you I'm Gotti
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these niggas, no
Yea, and it's 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 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 Write on my cast
Boy my weed so 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 look like speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train
that bitch speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, roll my 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 room, full of flat lines
I'm Tunechi Lee
My ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so shit built up you could smell it on me
all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free round here but Willy,
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my blood, fuck yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the
Try not to mistake shit for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me you nigga to America most
Every nigga with me carry a tote
Sadity bitches a nigga Tune on the low
They be like 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
What you niggas make a year; I could do with the
You on playin 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
Ain't nobody with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we
Young Money Cash Money, they down us
I got a bitch who yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you don't really us
We a a nigga head, leave 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 pussy niggas catchin' over broads
King 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"