Mike cut something on man you know

Never let me get on nothing dawg

Man cut man cut man cut some more man

Hurry up though before tune gets back come on

Yea D5 mothaf**ka

It's Tunechi Junior b**ch

Pops let me go ahead get em one time ya

Hold up

Turn my mothaf**kin mic on

And I ain't even til the mothaf**kin light's on

This ain't a dick this a mothaf**kin python

And if it's well call me f**k Tyrone

You know what It's time for y'all niggas to sit

Big a** hoes no over bullshit

Such a slash tow my truck you ain't rich

But tell that yo side ni**a suck my dick

'Cause I got a lot of sperm if you need it sperm if you need it

Them b**ches going crazy for no f**kin reason

I beat you psy niggas up til you start bleeding

Menstrual cycle f**k it go ahead bleach em

Diarrhea I'm runnin this sh*t I'm just getting laps on

All my niggas strapped up and y'all psy niggas got strap on

B**ch we breathe these 5 stars b**ch we bleed these 5 stars

YMCMB you can come get f**ked by 5 stars

She ain't got to talk to boo I done made her stupid a** walk home

I kill a beat the back row and the yap rolled on as a mothaf**kin superdome

Okay you know I'm a f**kin beast yea I'm f**kin creep

You can get these 30 clips Tunechi wanna make a scene

Tune let me off the leis now I run the f**kin streets

2 finger in her p**sy then I tell that p**sy peace uh

It's Chuckee she say yo name Chuckee Said no my name Sydney

And she don't shed a T if you stupid that's lucky

Field bowl em fat kinda got my nose stuffin

All my niggas on gas quick trip

And all my niggas gonna blast this sh*t

See all y'all niggas doing bad as sh*t

So really I'ma act a f**kin aston ship

Truck fit on my neck

That truck mean I truck your a**

She got junk up in her trunk

I guess it's time to take out the trash

And you thought this sh*t was over

Got paper like a f**kin school folder

If her grass ain't cut get the lawnmower

Tony tell em b**ches it's Libra Gang

Vocal lessons let the Nina sing

Before I leave up out this b**ch they gonna know my f**kin name

Right man junior junior

F**k a dog b**ch I got a puma

Man these niggas p**sy stack no wonder why I was smelling tuna

Lame a** boys don't want no trouble

Psy niggas just a bunch of suckers

Smash him leave mimes you can call me a motherf**ker

Man I'm bout to ank a** and it's Shaquille she's a little teased

But big Whitney on my personal look girls hey say release

B**ch I'm leaving B I G my gun is little Cesar

If that girl don't pop it off I'll just keep right on her reef

Okay that gold pack in my pocket I'm like a rag up in a socket

And when I cop that nina nine you better not cock thuglet uh

YMB the sh*t I say damn everybody else

I be kickin girls out the condo I got a black belt

Huh big bro say it's your time ni**a

Let what the f**k the man said

Boy I body these verse that's why they cost a old man a leg

Left that coochy smoking she gonna fail her drug test

My chain on freeze call my sh*t under arrest

Go

Mike turn the mic off dawg

F**k I'm just playin around dawg

Mike cut the beat off before Tune get back