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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 dirty
I cut off my hands, I don't touch the work
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't like to curse in
And my bitch' pussy taste just Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
Don't be short with that nigga
We find out where yo ho nigga
We follow your moms from church
You have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I really fuck around with certain niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind
That get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I like dry ice
Better stay in yo 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 never
You got a shot in a gun range
These chumps even got chump change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these niggas, no
Yea, and it's going 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 Christopher
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work from Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train
Hopin' that bitch up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so much shit built up you could it on me
Fuck all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to America
nigga round 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 the blow
You keep on playin me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a nigga, we soon to see
These niggas sweet as to me
I mean like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin with and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, they down us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you don't know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for
I get caught with a banger, lay in the feds
In gen pop every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really going
And these pussy catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy but I'm really like a god
A nigga, bank head I'm about it
know "to fuck with me cuz I got it"