The money runnin' like water, check the cash flow Put your gloves on, nigga please get you a gripĪnd I bet you rest in peace when I let this bitch rip Try to throw salt on my name and I'll put pep in your step It's like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey My whole crew'll skate on you like a hockey team She a squirter so we don't fuck on my Versace sheets My Chinese chick just want a blunt and some I'm a fiend for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna break the headboard My private plane got that wi-fi and that wireless

Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're smilin' We don't give a fuck if their ass adoptedīrief moment of silence for Chris Wallace I represent my killers like Johnnie Cochran

Well if I die then I guess she dead rightĬatch me walkin' on this mothafuckin' water, niggaĪnd you gon' hear that blocka, that blocka I'm sedated and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin' Triple A dick, that's amazin' and amusin' Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up excuses Shoot at me and I'ma smile back and then I 'Pow' backįlip you over like a kayak, bitch it's combatīitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, favorite color ruby You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the mousetrap On that Cognac and that loud pack, that loud pack Tunechi what's your fuckin' problem? I got fuckin' problemsīad bitch on top of me, she started from the bottom

My AK just keep shootin', it's on autopilot Menace to society, menace to myself thoughīend but don't break, my niggas call me elbowĪnd you don't want no problem, I'ma problem I hold my pistol sideways when I shoot, that's for style points Point guard with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon I got somethin' very hot on my hip, I get my hip hop onĪnd this little red dot gon' help me hit a nigga spot on Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and popcorn Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need some wood to knock on I'm a pleasure to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em like a rival Like I can't trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for Got your bitch on her knees lookin' like she legless You done bought all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yetĬatch your pussy ass in traffic, aim at the head rest

Shawty came too many times, left the whole bed wetĪ scared man a dead man, can I get an amen? When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at Payless Okay I'ma throw a tantrum on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?

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