Tunechi's Back

[lil wayne]

Man, f-ck these niggas

Tunechi's back, tunechi's back

Thats all these btiches screaming that tunechi's back

All eyes on me

Nigga pict' how i'm rollin'

Strapped up with that mac

Masked up like a goalie

Mad my bitch on that coke

She snorted 4 on the bed

Now the bitch on me

She selling p-ssy and pay me

They sayin' tunechi's back, tunchi's back

And i bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack

Lets go

Out on bail

Work on the scale

Put some change on ya head

Boy, you on sale

Yeah i see you in hell

Pop pop get well

Make breakfast cause i got you walking on egg shells

Zan with that lean

I aint a beggin' muthaf-cka

But nigga please

And i aim this muthaf-cka 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 aint the one with the gun

All i do is give the word to the one with the gun

I'm triple og, ? splitting the sweet

F-ck bitches get money

Mission complete

Man f-ck the niggas i aint worried bout 'em

These niggas pure p-ssy, pull a pearl out em

Yeah, i got a virgin i call her madaonna

But i aint trippin, her head is a monster

But we do this for real

Swear to god i never shoot unless i'm shooting to kill

Young wild mutha-fcka pop you and a pill

Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will

You a dead man, i get to poppin in this bitch

Watch where your head land

I aint right i swear to god, i need my head scanned

Stand up and eat that p-ssy while she ona head stand

I'm a dog hoe, camel cargo's, semi auto's

My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode

Yeah

Wish i could take a chot of ciroc with pac

Sorry for the wait til my album drop