(Verse)
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don’t even touch the work
I pray these niggas don’t [bad word] with me
And I don’t like to curse in church
And my girl’ [bad word] taste just like Mrs. Butterworth’s
I mean that

Gonna need that

Don’t be showin that work [bad word] You’ll find out what yo whole worth [bad word] We’ll follow you miles from church [bad word] You gon have to swallow yo pride like a thirsty [bad word] And get em Tune
I don’t really [bad word] around with same niggas [bad word] all yall niggas, shout to my niggas
These niggas hustling backwards
Check yo rearview mirror and yo side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clever
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that’s dropsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped
It’s going down, let me straighten up yo fly right
Still can’t turn a hoe into a housewife
Man it’s like some things will never change
You ain’t got a shot in a gun range
These chums ain’t even got chump change
Uh yea, and don’t [bad word] with me, you know I’m Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea, I’m shinin on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it’s going down if I’m her pilot
Uh, my new car is so robotic
My new [bad word] is so provotic
Money talks, yours like [bad word] Black car, raise yo profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like dub Mojave
I get my work from Rico Swave uh
It’s a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it’s gone
Had a phone in jail, that’s a cellphone
Yea, I’m bout to buy a machinegun
You drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I’m sittin on some train tracks
Hopin that [bad word] speed up
I’m Strongarm and these niggas roll my sleeves up, yea
I got rad [bad word] on standby, all my hoes got red eyes
Celebrate when rat die, make a [bad word] fall back like he getting baptized
When we in a hospital room full of flat lines
I’m Tunechi the immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say…

Testarossa over testimony
Got so much [bad word] built up you could smell it on me [bad word] all yall niggas in Swahili [bad word] Ain’t nothing free round here but Willy, [bad word] Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, [bad word] yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that [bad word] for dinner day

(Verse)
Hey let me introduce you [bad word] to America most
Every [bad word] round when we carry it out
Sedated [bad word] like a [bad word] tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin em all
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I’m on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you [bad word] make a year I could do it to blow
You keep on playin with me, bet I’ll put a few in you hoe
The fate up before a [bad word]  we soon to see
These niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain’t nobody [bad word] with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green and grab a [bad word] Young Money, cash money, they down with her
I got a [bad word] who want yo [bad word]  you finna get a hoe up
And don’t [bad word] and listen, you don’t really know her
We a bust a [bad word] head, leave layin fo dead
I get caught with a banger, I’m a land affair
In Gen Park [bad word] every day interfere
I was chillin on the yard, really going hard
And these [bad word] niggas catchin feelings over broads
Can [bad word] [bad word] go up really like a god
town [bad word]  bang head I’m about it
Everybody know – don’t [bad word] with me cuz I got it