Uh, I’m flying private through cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I’m einstein
Yeah, I’m yawnin’, I’m so tired of ballin’
Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don’t fuck with new niggas
I blues your bitch-ass, hope somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all on my flo’
Take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don’t food poison my hoe
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon at the store
My niggas like kanye with that g.o.o.d.
My niggas like lou rawls with that blow
Niggas be sayin’ they racked up, don’t let that q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools gon’ see you choke
I saw yo’ bitch and she said she tryna move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy, hit her with moves you don’t even know
Niggas be trippin’ over these hoes, I done came too far to get close
I’ve been outchea gettin’ bread and I don’t need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I’ll have my goons all at your throat
Niggas be lukewarm at the most
And when I’m through ballin’, I coach
Shout out to my nigga mack gettin’ his boo on in that ghost
I’m still coming off the top of the dome
But it be on a tombstone if I wrote
Tunechi
My kids already rich and they don’t even know
These niggas say they players, they ain’t even scorin’
My bitch rolling my weed, she don’t even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain’t even moses nigga
Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don’t text me no long letters
I’m ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these hoes ain’t got no job
Then these niggas go and buy ‘em everything
You gon’ fuck around and get the hoe robbed
I’m ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats that ak go rat-a-tat like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo
Mlk would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole? Life is full of hard decisions
If she ain’t fuckin’, she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain’t got time for love life, all I know is get paid
I’m high like bonjour, twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes slime, t I feel like mj
I’m working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead
Uh, I fell asleep in that pussy and I didn’t even know
I woke up and act like I didn’t even know her
Yeah, don’t fuck with these fuck-niggas, you already know us
I’m looking for that loud pack, weed man bring the noise
Yeah, pass that weed to the next nigga
Blunt longer than a tongue twister
Hoes want this scud missile, I’mma ball like crystal
Lil tunechi li, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I’m hard headed, ocho dedication cinco
Uh
What up five?
Rocko fuck with me
Ay, future fuck with me
Yeah
T, I feel like mj
I’m working that graveyard shift
Man these niggas been dead