Bugatti

Microphone check, I still don’t hear my mic…

Oh yeah I do, yeah I do

Uh, don’t be lookin’ for no donations

You get dick then reservations

I get pussy then hibernation

I start humpin’ soon as I wake up

I woke up in some new punani, yeah

He woke up bleedin’ like “who shot me?”, yeah

I kept shootin’, boo said “you got ‘em”

Now all we gotta do is get rid of the body

But anyway I woke up in some new punani

I was drunk as a bitch

Drunk as a bitch, but not drunk as the bitch

I got in that shit, acted donkey in it

Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk can fit

And she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit

Monkey see monkey do, banana clips

Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch

Wax that ass, no candles lit

And I roll with some killers, I eat with the mob

Got some shit built up, I keep it inside

Red in my eyes, mount everest high

Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes

The tech on my thigh and my aim so good

I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye

All bullshit aside, a nigga almost died but I’m outchea

Fuck around with a real nigga and get murked

I been paid my dues, will I get reimbursed?

I love it when she make faces, pussy feel like vacation

Eat it like I’m dyin’ of starvation

I’m at the finish line, her heart racin’

Give her to fuke if she caucasian

My niggas wild as jumanji

You can call me an s.o.b

Cause it’s skateboards over bugattis

I used to be at them heat

Games with better seats than pat riley

Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop, pop that olly

Tunechin

Sippin’ on dumb, puffin’ a j

Met her tonight, fuck her today

You tuck her away, I’m fuckin’ her face

Wine head, she guzzling grapes

Back shots, I’m holding her waist

Freaky, I always freak

You know tune my bro, but he ain’t tryna meet ya

Just bring your friend, both of us will eat her

Hater niggas be hungry, got a hundred shots to feed ‘em

Her panties are down, her legs is up

We finally fucked, she starved for months

Don’t give a fuck, still I’ll hit

Never no feelings, no love for these hoes

No flowers were sent, but we fucked in the rolls, haha

No flowers were sent, but we fucked in the rolls… royce, trick

Now they mad, I told they was

Bitches will be lying, I did the same

Far from a square, don’t mistake me for lames

She’s suckin’ me off, I’m pokin’ her brain

She tell me keep goin’, I’m doin’ my thing

That pussy so wet, I’m calling it rain

I’m giving her hundreds, she’s keeping my change

I keep it a hundred, you do the same

Most women front, but who do you blame?

I gave you dick, you gave me pussy

Safe to say it’s an even exchange

Bitch

Don’t be givin’ out information

You know niggas still on probation

I get higher than expectations

You know this is the dedication

I’m on that kush, she on that molly, yeah

I turn that pussy to dasani, yeah

Shout out my nigga luca brasi

I don’t know this hoe, so I must dash, no disguises

Tunechi, I had to dedication 5 it

Uh

What up five?