Tunechi's Back

[Intro] Man, fuck these niggas [Hook] Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back All eyes on me, nigga picture how I’m rolling Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie Mad my bitch on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby Now the bitch on/owe me, she selling pussy and pay me They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back And I bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack, let's go [Verse] Out on bail, work on the scale Put some change on your head boy, you're on sale Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop get well Make breakfast cause I got, you walking on egg shells Zan with that lean, I ain't a begging muthafucka But nigga please and I aim this muthafucka At your memories and all my niggas bloods But we make you niggas bleed, yeah, bloody Mary I’m the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun All I do is give the word to the one with the gun I’m triple O.G., Fucus splitting the sweet Fuck bitches get money, mission complete Man fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster Yeah, we do this for real Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill Young wild muthafucka, pop you and a pill Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will You a dead man, I get to poppin’ this bitch Watch where your head land I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand I’m a dog ho, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop