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Uh, I’m flying private through cloud 9

Yeah, if you got a problem, I’m einstein

Yeah, I’m yawnin’, I’m so tired of ballin’

Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics

Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don’t fuck with new niggas

I blues your bitch-ass, hope somebody give you rhythm

I got animal all on my flo’

Take your shoes off at the door

Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don’t food poison my hoe

I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon at the store

My niggas like kanye with that g.o.o.d.

My niggas like lou rawls with that blow

Niggas be sayin’ they racked up, don’t let that q-ball leave you broke

I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools gon’ see you choke

I saw yo’ bitch and she said she tryna move on and let go

Boy I get up in that pussy, hit her with moves you don’t even know

Niggas be trippin’ over these hoes, I done came too far to get close

I’ve been outchea gettin’ bread and I don’t need you all in my loaf

If you stick your neck out there, I’ll have my goons all at your throat

Niggas be lukewarm at the most

And when I’m through ballin’, I coach

Shout out to my nigga mack gettin’ his boo on in that ghost

I’m still coming off the top of the dome

But it be on a tombstone if I wrote

Tunechi

My kids already rich and they don’t even know

These niggas say they players, they ain’t even scorin’

My bitch rolling my weed, she don’t even smoke

Everybody following me, I ain’t even moses nigga

Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries

I found a way like it was hiding from me

Yeah, my weed good, my sex better

Bitch, don’t text me no long letters

I’m ahead of the game, I need a blowjob

Most of these hoes ain’t got no job

Then these niggas go and buy ‘em everything

You gon’ fuck around and get the hoe robbed

I’m ahead of the game, I need a haircut

Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug

And tell them rats that ak go rat-a-tat like snare drums

I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo

Mlk would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas

Her mouth, pussy, or asshole? Life is full of hard decisions

If she ain’t fuckin’, she get the boot

Let me write this bitch a parking ticket

Ain’t got time for love life, all I know is get paid

I’m high like bonjour, twisted like french braids

I got my own shoes slime, t I feel like mj

I’m working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead

Uh, I fell asleep in that pussy and I didn’t even know

I woke up and act like I didn’t even know her

Yeah, don’t fuck with these fuck-niggas, you already know us

I’m looking for that loud pack, weed man bring the noise

Yeah, pass that weed to the next nigga

Blunt longer than a tongue twister

Hoes want this scud missile, I’mma ball like crystal

Lil tunechi li, young sex pistol

New money, no wrinkles

I’m hard headed, ocho dedication cinco

Uh

What up five?

Rocko fuck with me

Ay, future fuck with me

Yeah

T, I feel like mj

I’m working that graveyard shift

Man these niggas been dead