Tunechi's Back

Man, **** these ******
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these *****es screaming that
Tunechi's back
All eyes on me, ***** picture how I'm rolling
Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
Mad my ***** on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby
Now the ***** on/owe me, she selling ***** and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me *****, click and clack, let's go
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 mutha****a
But ***** please and I aim this mutha****a
At your memories and all my ****** bloods
But we make you ****** 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
**** *****es get money, mission complete
Man **** these ******, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
These ****** pure *****, 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 mutha****a, 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 *****
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that ***** while she on a head stand
I'm a dog ho, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My ***** sniff more lines than a barcode
yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop