1.Ianahb(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterE. LewisJ. PreyanB. Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterE. LewisJ. PreyanB. Williams
I'm in the crib butt naked bitch.
She said my dick could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American.
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints.
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy.
Shoot you in ya fuckin' mouth and make you talk to me.
Sometimes I need someone to talk to.
Cuz I am Not A Human Being... Part Two.
Getting paid, show money for walk throughs.
Lettin' all these hoes ride my dick, car pools.
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school.
Cash Money Army, Veteran with my war wounds.
Uh, whatcha man doing？
I pop his muthafuckin' top like a can good.
And all my niggas that I roll with are hella armed.
And last night I took a transformer.
And had a dream that my dick turned to Megatron.
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons.
Money talks man and mine talks lecture long.
P-U-S-S-Y... my second home.
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe.
She say 'Tunechi you the shit you need your ass wiped'
I say 'Before you gas me up, check the gas price.'
Then I make her take this dick like advice.
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it.
I stick it in her ass like some fucking steroids.
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass nigga.
Break pads nigga... wait.
You ain't in my weight class nigga.
Lookin' for the muthafuckin' man in the mirror.
Runnin' this shit like a faucet... Farrah.
Barra... cuda.
Who the fuck you are？
I can make ya bitch root for me like I grew her.
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure.
90 Billions bitches on my dick like a skewer.
That's Swag, I'm a True Blood, bitch no fangs.
Been went Pro, now I'm going Propane
Bitch get off me, bitch get off me.
I got her over here blowing me like coffee.
Decafenated.
Hand me that paper like I graduated.
And I get head while it's decapitated.
Think it's a game nigga come play.
I'm with my killer bees... fuck bug spray.
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta.
I personally know strangers.
It's so strange but this girl named Dana.
Like to go anal.
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that？ A no brainer.
Plain ol' nigga, but a break from the norm.
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm.
I rather ring ya fuckin' neck before I ring the alarm.
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone.
Wit 'Em.
I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair.
Fuck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair.
I was fucking before my dick started growin' hair.
Bitches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air.
Mannn, nuts and bananas.
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners？
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble.
No rubber... I just fucked this piano.
Nigga.
2.Curtains(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterN. FisherSabrien SledgeR. DiazJ. PreyanB.
Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterN. FisherSabrien SledgeR. DiazJ. PreyanB.
Williams
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they
doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't
nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't
nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping my sepernt
Ain't got no problems in this bitch-for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion
Ok I'm straight action-no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free, that's why it cost
for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds
You ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game, I'll leave their brains on
their jerseys
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
Her pussy so wet it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch
I'm the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma？
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
It's fuck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boogey, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping
My serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a Missing Person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya
3.Days And Days(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterT. EppsA. LyonM. ValenzanoB. OzenJ. PreyanB.
Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterT. EppsA. LyonM. ValenzanoB. OzenJ. PreyanB.
Williams
Money ain't shit, bitches ain't neither
You know I'm on that grass, don't cut on the sprinklers
Pussy on my mind, on my breath and on my fingers
Niggas try to bite my style, but my style a jalepeno
I got skinny ass jeans, trucks on the pocket
Money talks, nigga, I'm caught up in that gossip
You know all my bitches badder, and all my swishas fatter
I milk this shit like cattle, that's my word like Scrabble
And yo main girl is a ho, I go Wayne's World in her throat
She swallow so many nuts, you fuck around, find a squirrel in
her throat
I go tape worm in that ho, let my snake squirm in that ho
Nigga we take turns in that ho, these niggas so green they glow
I am the best thing since wet pussy, on my private jet with my
chef cookin'
So big headed my neck crooked, my niggas foul when the ref's
lookin'
My big bro is Mack Maine, so much weed I got grass stains
Deez nuts, that's baggage claim, I'm on them trees like Candy
Canes
Lil Tunechi
I might book me for a show
Charge my ass the low and pick up the whole dough
That's hustlenomics, I was high in my class pictures
I like math, all I did was add bitches
Swagga galore, got your girl on all fours
It's not doggystyle, I call it froggystyle
You dog her out, I tell her, hop in
2 Chainz, my first chain had a twin
Gas in my blunt, watching ESPN
And, if that pussy good I wanna see her again
Yeah, I'm from College Park and I got ya broad with me
Salt water pool, I can put a shark in it
Everything authentic, plus I named my pistols
Last name Fuck, first name I Don't Give A
Pockets look pregnant, they 'bout to deliver
So when I start pimpin', you know the procedure
All my niggas gangstas, all my bitches freaks
I tickle her pussy, got that pussy tickle pink
I'm the heart of the streets, and I just skipped a beat
And if that pussy sweet, I want that candy, trick or treat
I got diamonds in my teeth, so all my words are precious
I'm so fuckin' hot I sssssss... I'ma need some more S's
Man I'm on some other shit, I want another bitch
That want another bitch, and I don't cuddle bitch
I hit her with that shovel dick, I got in that pussy and dug a
ditch
Some people gotta punch the clock, man I rather punch a brick
Cuz I'm that nigga, and I'm so cold I just shivered
These niggas think they hard, these niggas just nipples
I pop a nigga like a scicle, drop a nigga like a missle
Mo' money mo' issues, I size you up then fix you
Tunechi
4.Gunwalk(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterC. LillyJ. HoustonM. FosterJ. PreyanB. Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterC. LillyJ. HoustonM. FosterJ. PreyanB. Williams
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga
Leave that nigga with a toe tag nigga
Barrel so long, you can pole dance, nigga
Run up in ya house, where the dope at nigga
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around with this shotgun
And this bitch bigger than me nigga
Don't open up yo fuckin' mouth
Cause I'll pull the trigger like teeth nigga
Shoot 'em up, then leave nigga
I smell summer's eve nigga
We shoot first, it's better
To give than receive nigga
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when my gun talk
Keep that ho shit over there
And we don't shoot in the air
I can't fuck with these niggas
Man these niggas gummy bears
Hair trigger on the gun
I pull that muthafucka hair
It's like man you can't trust nobody
I don't even have a trust fund
Don't buck, nigga, don't stunt, nigga
Don't duck, nigga, cause I duck hunt
Bitch rock with me, that Glock with me
That chopper with me, obviously
I'ma empty this muthafucka
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room： rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded： yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
I send you back to the drawin' board
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
Walkin' round this muhfucka limpin'
Cause the nose on the pistol 'bout as long as Scotty Pippen's
On the molly and I'm twisted, throw ya body with the fishes
Double back around that corner and I'm bodying the witness
Uh, real niggas don't talk much, do drive by's and walk ups
Lame rappers that talk tough get a broke jaw, star struck
I don't fuck with the lame niggas, I got good aim nigga
Pop a pill, pop you, my nick name is Pain Killer
I'm still that same nigga, Eastside I rep that
Pussy niggas better get right or where I see you, you get left
at
Use the rifle as my crutch, that's my gun walk
Or we can hold a conversation, let the guns talk
Gudda!
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
And there's no talkin' back when it go off
I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk
Speechless
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk
5.No Worries(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterN. FisherB. WilliamsJ. PreyanR. Diaz
Writer(s)：D. CarterN. FisherB. WilliamsJ. PreyanR. Diaz
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn
up)
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries
Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel
buried
And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant
Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private
Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers
Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us
And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek
All these bitches think they're the shit, I sent them up shits
creek
You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas
It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years
All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it
These are Blood gang Piru, all rats gotta die even Stewart
On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch
Nigga
I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers
You don't get dissed, you get disfigured
She said sorry I didn't shave so that pussy is a little furry
I put that pussy in my face I ain't got no worries
Tunechi
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry
She say why you asking questions I say bitch you trynna be funny
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that donkey kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey
bars
That camel toe that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a
magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch it's Tunechi and I'm out here, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit would be a long
story
6.Back To You(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterFabian MarasciulloC. StalneckerJamie Lidell
Writer(s)：D. CarterFabian MarasciulloC. StalneckerJamie Lidell
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
She had cat eyes, nine lives, no tan lines, thigh highs
She ride me like a drive by, I'm real these niggas Sci-Fi
But that's neither here nor there
She been contemplating short hair
She said she tryna be different
But she just like the rest of these bitches
But that's neither here nor there
And my dick is her chair
It be sexual warfare, I be loaded like software
Got so many hoes, I'm ho'in, but she the only one worth knowin'
And yeah I do my dirt, but that's for the flowers to grow in
I ain't trippin', but she be trippin'
They ain't got shit on me, but she keep sniffin'
Look girl, just gimme that brain, and I'll return the favor
Them hoes say I'm a dog, but how come I don't chase 'em
I lick her with no chaser, I pick her out a line up
I just wanted some time, she say 'okay I'm ya honor'
But she been wantin' to break up, since Dolce and Gabbana
All that ass I just be like come sit yo groceries on my counter
I drink tea, she drink wine, call it Tijuana
I dyin' to meet a girl, but she want me to meet her momma
Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9
The weed is funky, but I'm smelling fine
Tunechi
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
I got that shit in my system
Somebody gon' be my victim
Eh, so where you at wit' it
Cause I can't do it by myself, I need an ass-istant
I got that good good, that get right
That early morning, that midnight
I beat it up, like a fist fight
One, two, three, four, five, six nights
That dick all in yo windpipe
Some of her friends I dislike
Some of yo friends, they alright
Sometimes I think y'all all dykes
But fuck all that, I'm on one
Don't wanna be with the wrong one
That cold head, that warm tongue
My third leg run marathons
I feel you like I'm blind girl
Can't you see, it's meant to be
So come to me, then come for me
My game cold, one degree
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cause misery loves company
One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee
I miss you in the worst way, ride that dick no speed bumps
No redlights, no stop signs, just get to Lil Tunechi
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
Should I call somebody else？
Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it'll make a nigga's day
If you said you on your way, yeah
Should I call somebody else？
Cause girl it's almost twelve, and this dick won't suck itself
Girl you know it need some help, it make a nigga's day
I just hope you know the way
And she said
Now I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
And I know the only compass that I need
Is the one, that leads back to you
7.Trigger Finger(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterD. WayJ. HoustonM. FosterJ. PreyanB. Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterD. WayJ. HoustonM. FosterJ. PreyanB. Williams
I ain't lookin' back, nigga.
I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas.
Hammer in my draws but I nail yo bitch.
Blunts like fingers, I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire.
Life ain't shit but bitches and money.
I pass that weed, like I studied.
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix.
Highway to Heaven, I'm taking the scenic.
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts.
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks.
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a sensei.
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape.
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a bitch, I'll make her yo ex.
Better turn to God, 'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the fuck you gon' talk shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on, I'm just rubbing 'em wrong.
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.
Eyes hella red like chlorine nigga.
I was gettin' that pussy, I was gettin' that money.
Long hair, don't care, Hacksaw Jim Duggan.
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step.
Two rights don't make a wrong, three rights, make a left.
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves.
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words.
If she don't suck dick, I don't give her that dick.
Got the world in my hands, I'ma dribble that bitch.
Money is the issue, full court pressure.
I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money now you dead on arrival.
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack.
Like two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes, miss goody.
Keep that ratchet nigga.
Trigger finger itchin', I'll scratch you nigga.
Blow yo fuckin' brains out in traffic nigga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga.
One bitch on the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.
She 'bout to run in ya home, and put one in ya dome.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
Empty stomach, full clip.
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
My trigger finger itchin'.
Rest in peace to the game cause I'm fresh to death.
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself.
Make yo death wish, cause I'm too fresh.
Cause I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this.
Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it.
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talkin', I came out a coffin.
I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors.
I bought me a double R, cause I went from rags to riches.
And these niggas nag like bitches.
Actin' like little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me ammo for short.
Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts.
Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son in ya arm, or put one in ya dome.
One in ya dome...
8.Beat The Shit(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterB. ZayasM. DelgiornoR. Morales
Writer(s)：D. CarterB. ZayasM. DelgiornoR. Morales
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas
talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
I'm a knuckle-throwin' knucklehead
What that motherfucker said？
Bring that ruckus up in here
Throwin' bottles, chuckin' chairs
Got the pretty models duckin', breakin' heels and chippin' nails
Turn around and go right back to breakin' down my cigarillo
Comin' up with Suga Hill, slidin' down in somethin' new
Smelling Gin and jungle juice, and I got that lumber too
And I brought a fuckin' zoo, tear this shit up and chuck a deuce
This triple C, they Triple L, lames love to lose
A hundred million in my horoscope, 'bout to show you a horror
show
Boot you fuckin' head off your collar bone
Pussy niggas ain't eatin', but we fry the farm
Beat a nigga down 'til he left without a vital sign
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas
talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
I run off in your fuckin' shit, damn, now I got shit stains
All these fuckin' tattoos, and I ain't got one bitch name
Got a pocket full of ass-whoopings, I'm givin' 'em out like
nicknames
What's up with your fist game？
You'll catch a hook - fish hang
Watch me cock the Nina, call that rough sex
Knock your head off, you just a rough neck
And if I'm shootin' at ya, nigga, all net
Ain't no world peace, just Ron Artest
Dick-in-the-booty-ass nigga
Die-quicker-than-move-your-ass nigga
Extra-fruit-in-the-smoothie-ass nigga
Get beat like a drum, music class, nigga
Life is a gamble, dyin' is your best bet
Got a scope on the pistol, give your ass fresh breath
Give my fist a kiss, nigga
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
And I'll knock the motherfuckin' snow off your cone, my nigga
Man, it stink in this bitch, it must be them pussy-ass niggas
talkin' shit
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
What's really good, nigga？ I'm feelin' good, nigga
Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes
A pussy-ass nigga always kill a good nigga
I'm high as Heaven, I'll pop the reverend and stop the wedding
Got more money than memories in the bank, don't forget it
Clean 'em up my team is up, I'm high as Scotty, beam me up
They say we all gotta pay the price
Fuck it, man - ring me up
Fuckin' right I skate, ho - pussy is my scapegoat
And all these pussy-ass niggas that's hatin', kiss my ass, besos
I'm a genius, take notes - I'll split your egg to the egg yolk
I'll be dead before I be dead broke
Still burn money, my bread toast
Fuck it, if you got it, spend it, nigga
But just keep your two pennies, nigga
Start shit and I'll end it, nigga
Don't open your mouth, I'm a dentist, nigga
Lil' Tunechi... give my fist a kiss, nigga...
So beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Bitch-ass, ho-ass, pussy ass-nigga
I beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
We beat the shit out of that pussy-ass nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
Beat the shit out of that pussy ass-nigga
Fuck with me wrong, take me out my zone
I'll bring it to your chest, make you king me like Kong, my
nigga
What you drink in this bitch？
I'll give you a whole bottle of it to your face, nigga
9.Rich As Fuck(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterT. EppsT. WilliamsN. Seetharam
Writer(s)：D. CarterT. EppsT. WilliamsN. Seetharam
AK on my night stand, right next to the bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope
And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold
Nigga you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice
roll
These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights
Lets do it, fuck talking, we out here we ballin
And I'm spraying that on these rusty niggas like WD40
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks
Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked
up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
These bitches think they're too fly well tell em hoes I pluck
feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz.
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak pig latin
I turn the penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hatin I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurances
Ho whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah Murder 187
I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr Sandman, I'm selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bitch call me the BB King
You know I got that mouth out her
And put that bitch out like a house fire
I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these niggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
I see your girl when I want, I got that ho TiVo'd
Got a red ass bitch with a red ass pussy
Nigga try me, that a dead ass pussy
Cuz yall motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don't care who's looking
All I know is I love my bitch
That pussy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovel in dirt
R.I.P. rest in pussy
Light that shit then pass that shit
We gon get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up
Every night I dreamt I broke out
One Time for them pussy niggas
That's that shit I don't like
We eating over here nigga
Fuck around and have food fight
And that's 2 Chainz.
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
Look at you
Now look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas look rich as fuck
10.Trippy(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterJ. HoustonM. FosterJ. PreyanB. Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterJ. HoustonM. FosterJ. PreyanB. Williams
Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, that's a D.W.I nigga
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin'
at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck
in traffic
getting buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin
Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep
loaded
I woke up and got high again, OK, I'm reloaded
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high nigga don't blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw
it
I don't know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and
fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tongue's numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails
Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing
crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy
Tunechi
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
Musty herb in a zip lock
Twisted up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gonna smash
They call me the trippy king, don't try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
11.Love Me(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterA. GrahamN. CashM . WilliamsA. Hogan
Writer(s)：D. CarterA. GrahamN. CashM . WilliamsA. Hogan
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without you all
I'm a ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no hater
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no nigger
Long as my bitches love me
Pussy ass niggers
Stop hating
Lil Tunechi got that fire
And, these hoes love me like Satan
Fuck with me and get bodied
And, all she eat is dick
She's on a strict diet
That's my baby
With no makeup
She a ten
And, she the best with head
Even better than Corinne
She don't want money
She want the time we could spend
She said Cause I really need somebody
So tell me you're that somebody
And, girl I fuck who I want
And fuck who I don't
Got that A1 credit
At that Filet Mignon
She say 'I never want to you make you mad
I just want to make you proud
I say 'Baby, just make me cum
Then don't make a sound
Tunechi
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without you all
I'm a ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no hater
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no nigger
Long as my bitches love me
Real niggers'
Fuck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name tastes like sardines to these niggers'
She wake up
Eat this dick
Call that breakfast in bed
69, 96
I feel her heartbeat
I touched her chest with this bitch
Now turn around
Face down
I'm arresting this bitch
All my bitches love me
And, I love all my bitches
But it's like soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And, I would say these hoes' names
But then I would be snitching
And, these haters try to knock me
But they can't knock me off the hinges
Tunechi
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without you all
I'm a ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no hater
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no nigger
Long as my bitches love me
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And, I be schooling them niggers'
Pose for your class picture
And, kiss my ass if you hating
I'm getting ass while I'm skating
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And, I be schooling them niggers'
Pose for your class picture
And, kiss my ass if you hating
I'm getting ass while I'm skating
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without you all
I'm a ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no hater
Long as my bitches love me
I could give a fuck about no nigger
Long as my bitches love me
12.God Bless Amerika(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterA. LyonM. ValenzanoJ. PreyanB. Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterA. LyonM. ValenzanoJ. PreyanB. Williams
Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It's Judgment Day or a fire drill
Yea, I pour out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin' yea
My country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of kill 'em all and let 'em die
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
The end of time is like a hour away
Damn, military minded, lost and can't find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today？
Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I'ma hide by abroad
Shootin' stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed
Mama said take what you want I took heed yea
My little breed, yea
Back to life, back to reality
Been eating my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities
Granted we do it for vanity not humanity
But what's appealing to me is under banana trees, love
I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged
Ain't that a bitch？ I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut in the nut
shell
Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail
Same shit, different air freshner
I don't play boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner
Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind
Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind
I be in the cloud, cloud number 9
And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time
It's a cold world, I put on a mink
There's a chain of commands, I'm the missing link
Yeah
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet
Here we live by the sword and die by the sword
The police are looking for me, I'ma hide by abroad
Shootin' stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today？
13.Wowzerz(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterD. WayK. Taylor
Writer(s)：D. CarterD. WayK. Taylor
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
My tongue go BDDDDDDD, my dick go BAH
My tongue go BDDDDDDD, my dick go BAH! (Bitch)
Lay on the bed, open that twat
I French kiss that pussy - like muah
Sit on my face, M-U-A-H
Before I eat that pussy, I say my grace
Girl I'm nastier than him, I don't know why you still with him
Beat that pussy, go to sleep, she got that Tylenol P.M
Fuck that bitch until she tired, til she tired like a rim
Give her head like a brim, it tastes good, M-M-M
Pussy monster in her closet, full of surprises
I give full body massages, I hope that pussy smell like a violet
I hope that pussy warmer than luke and sweet as Godiva
Suck this dick and swallow that nut and call it Penis colada
Lift up that mini-skirt, that's my dinner desert
She fell in love with the martian, I said you too down to Earth
Man, these hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump
change
This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range
My tongue is a uzi, my dick is a AK
Down here waiting for her to come like payday
Hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake
She say it's for Tunechi, she lie with a straight face
But I'm trying to eat healthier, so I ate a veggie
Sucked on that pussy, I feel better already
She say 'Tunechi go slower' and Tunechi went faster
My tongue is a motor, my dick is a NASCAR
Whipped cream on that pussy, dickhead like a bullet
If her hair real I'mma pull it, hope that ass feel like a
cushion
I give her wood when we wouldn't？ I hope that pussy tastes like
pudding
And I get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in
(Tunechi)
Got a sweet tooth, candy yam pussy
I'mma leave that ass smoking like a Amsterdam tourist man
These hoes love Wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that's chump change
This shit is target practice and your bitch is my gun range
Lay on that bed, open your mouth
This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth
I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out
If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse
Ok the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in
this bitch
You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch
I'm Trin, B nigga？ Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga
I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga
Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab
Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga
then that's my dick
My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place
Fuck me until daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina
14.Hello(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：Shane HeylD. CarterM. Cadahia
Writer(s)：Shane HeylD. CarterM. Cadahia
Cut the fuckin music up (YMCMB)
(GTWYC) Yeah (it's about that time)
(I thought you knew) Uhh!
Yeah (cold mouth gumbo) uhh!
(Bright stretched out) yeah, bitch!
(Shake junt) bitch! (Shake junt) bitch!
(Shake junt) yeah...
Chicken bone, now it's on
Now it's on, dat wishlist, yeah...
California house in the hills, big windows no blinds
Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time
Over here, money over there
Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced
Daddy gotta go after that and get his
See you later at the dinner, cry crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back, cause the pussy like crack
She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like
Mac
That's that computer love
And get that pussy when I took her to the funeral
Girl I'ma wear that ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse turned to unicorn
Phone in her back pocket made the EHHHH
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
HELLO! HELLO!
She said 'Oh shit! I ain't mean to call you
Anyway, what'chu doin？'
I said 'Nuttin,' she said 'I know what you should be doin
You could be doin' - open up your legs, walk me through it
(Ain't Too Proud 2 Beg), pssh, nigga please
I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees
What'chu know about that？
UHH! (Hello!) Yeah!
I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees
What'chu know about that？
Skate! Smoke!
Fuck! Yeah!
California house in the hills, big windows no blinds
Can't sleep past 9, we pass weed like time
Over here, money over there
Her lipstick smell, her pussy look pierced
Daddy gotta go after that and get his
See you later at the dinner, cry crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back, cause the pussy like crack
She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like
Mac
That's that computer love
And get that pussy when I took her to the funeral
Girl I'ma wear that ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick like a horse turned to unicorn
She put her lips around the motherfucking hookah bong
Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say
HELLO! HELLO!
She said 'Oh shit! I ain't mean to call you
Anyway, what'chu doin？'
I said 'Nuttin,' she said 'I know what you should be doin
You could be doin' - open up your legs, walk me through it
(Ain't Too Proud 2 Beg), pssh, nigga please
I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees
What'chu know about that？
Yeah!
What'chu know about that？
I fell on my hands, and she fell on her knees
What'chu know about that？
Bitch! Bitch!
Uhh! Skate!
(Shake junt) smoke!
(Shake junt) fuck!
(Shake junt) yeah!!
Don't back up I'm here to save ya
S on my chest like a Superman vest
Shake junt, brother say it again
Shake junt, get buck my friends
Wandering dreaming constantly thinking
Tick tock, SAY HELLO
Tick tock, SAY HELLO - time's wasting!
Had a chance, now look at the mess
Evil thoughts, they run in my head
Get there - while you can
I say get there - while you can!!
Kill it, no you can't, yes I can, pushin
Bout a 50 million skaters screamin FASTER
Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up
Boom boom, bring it up, titties from hell!
Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget
business, don't forget, business, don't forget
Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone
Chicken bone, not a phone, IS ANYBODY OUT THERE？!
15.Lay It Down(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterO. MarajR. BirchardLunice F. PierreP. Pankey
Writer(s)：D. CarterO. MarajR. BirchardLunice F. PierreP. Pankey
YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee
I be with niggas that shoot police
I keep that iron, you can get creased
And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teeth
They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were
free
Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see
Niggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receipt
Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat
Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me？
Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet
Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef
Cause all my niggas well rounded, don't fuck with none of these
square niggas
Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas
I'm a blood, is you a blood donor？
Swisher full of that California
I hit it sideways, catacorner
Then she catch that nut like pneumonia
Lil Tunechi
Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga
Put the money on the couch nigga
Gimme everything up in yo house nigga,
Shut yo mouth nigga
Start it up, vroom vroom
Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom
Unless I get the brain, poom poom
She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom
Tryna get paid too soon, one deep
One sweep away in a room room
We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches,
I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune
My syrup purple, my turf Earth
My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you
I'll squirt murk you, my verse hurtful
My shooters still got curb curfews
Y'all bout as hot as von dutch
Y'all not gon' harm much
Hijack y'all some prom busts
Ain't no retreat but my arms up
We don't graffiti, my bombs up
It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone
If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on？
I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on
Point 'em out, truck ya life
Fuck ya style, fuck with me
You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile
For a dunkin' pile, you better duck it, pal
Lay it down ho
Lay it down bitch
Lay it down ho
Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Shawty, what's yo name？
Is you tricking？ Is you paying？
Is you sniffing on that cane？
What the fuck is you saying？
If you getting it, then you getting it
It's my money I ain't splitting it
I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it
Come out the bank, bye teller
Give up her money, hi fella
Bad lil' ho, high yellow
Brand new Rollie, sky dweller
Just left from Dubai
Flew private eye
I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie
Asked if them niggas was poppin'
Fake niggas be watchin'
My black glove be drippin' wet, but I got my Cochran
Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine
The Maybach ain't poppin' if it ain't got no partation
Oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition
I said, oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision
I sit and count this money wile I watch you bitches audition
I don't give a fuck
You don't hear me, you don't see me.
Bitch you gon' feel me ho
Young Money
Young, Young Money nigga.
Young, Young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah!
16.Hot Revolver(Album Version - Explicit)
Lyricist：D. CarterA. LyonM. ValenzanoBillie Joe ArmstrongFrank E.
WrightM. PritchardJ. PreyanB. Williams
Writer(s)：D. CarterA. LyonM. ValenzanoBillie Joe ArmstrongFrank E.
WrightM. PritchardJ. PreyanB. Williams
Young mullah, baby
Umm, young mullah, baby
She says, do you have the time
To listen to me whine
She askin' who's on the other line？
You diss me every time
I tell 'em, baby I'm a star
Shit, I'm above a star
And now I done got so high
I did forgotten who you are
(Are, are)
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Oh oh oh, ah, oh oh eh eh
Ah ah
I'm in love with you
But I can't be with you
Tomorrow I'll be back
Up on the first flight
Right up out of town
Young mullah, baby
Hop back in my spaceship
Girl, I gotta drop your ass off
(Oh oh eh eh)
Last night, yeah we were spaced girl
You love it, girl, I gotta take off
(Oh oh eh eh)
'Cause Imma be here next week
So call your company and take off
Oh oh oh, yeah oh oh eh
'Cause she say, 'Wayne, Wayne'
So she got me all impatient
Cry me a river
I can hear my conscious
While I say aloud
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
(Hot revolver)
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
I told her, I can be with her
But I can't be with her
As much as she like me to
She like me too much
That's the problem
Oh my God, then Shorty be whillin'
And when I say I got to leave
You wouldn't believe
All of the things that she'll do
And all of the things
That she'll say to make me stay
And I be like, 'Damn'
I'll be back someday
But she wanna go with me
To outer space
So we made love in the Milky Way
And then I send her on her way
Boy, you got a problem
(Problem)
And you ain't foolin' no one
But yourself
You're like a hot revolver
But you ain't killin' no one
But yourself
And so she's gone to party town
On her own
And you go by yourself
So all alone
17.My Homies Still(Explicit Version)
Lyricist：D. CarterS. AndersonN. WarwarR. DiazM. Aiello
Writer(s)：D. CarterS. AndersonN. WarwarR. DiazM. Aiello
Man fuck ya'll with a sick dick
Semi automatic no click click, we don't feel you
Like an elephant, getting fucked with a tick dick
Little nigga with a thick bitch, and before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, slick rick
Trukfit, t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research, and I prefer reefer
But if you want some coke, that's cool, cause my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
OK, my girl's and cars both skirt off
I like the pussy so wet that I can surf off
In the hot spot cause a nigga never chilling
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I overgrind, overshine, ain't another nigga over Sean
I'm getting paid, it's over time, I'm rolling pine
I'm so divine, I'm west side, west side, dark glasses on
Like I'm going blind, looking like Eazy E, it's just me
And lil weezy wee, get off my dick
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
I'm east side, them haters nodding going west,
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckas going deaf
Weezy F, I'm eastside at them haters nodding gone rest, my
niggas pumpin so much bass (pump that bass)
Tunechi, tunechi, tunechi I don't love em hoes
Got so much coke, you gon need another nose man
I just played my hand, but I am not the dealer
You see I got them teardrops, I cry your ass a river
Got that Trukfit t-shirt, listening to Rebirth
I skate until my feet hurt, Hot Boy, free Turk
Pussy for desert, put your hands beneath earth
And I don't sell drugs, but if you need work, my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Wow, ok, boy this is what I do do
Got your sister dancing not the kind that's in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached, that's that vodoo
She say can't nobody do it better, I tell her true true, yeah
bitch true true
My my my bro bro say, these bitches ain't shit
I got the girl you came with, and the girl she came with
She leaking and dripping, woah there
I might just come slipping and have your misses wanna go missing
And she addicted to my what dick did, boy I get it
(Lil bitch!)
Yeah my homies still
Ha ha my homies still
Yeah my homies still
(lil nigga make my)
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don't make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
I'm east side, them haters nodding going west,
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckas going deaf
Weezy F, I'm eastside, my nigga Sean from the west,
My niggas pumping so much bass,
Yea
Uhhh
Young Mula
Truk your girl
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