Tunechi’s Back - Intellectual

[Intro]

Man, fuck these niggas

"Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back"

That's all these bitches screaming, that Tunechi is back

All eyes on me; nigga, picture I'm rollin'

Strapped up with that Mac, masked up like a goalie

Man, my bitch on that coke, she snorted four and a baby

Now the bitch owe me, she sell that pussy and pay me

They saying "Tunechi's back! Tunechi's back!"

And I brought them twins with me, nigga, Click and Clack

Let's go

Out on bail, work on the scale

Put some change on your head, boy, you on sale

Yeah, I'll see you in hell, pop-pop, get well

Make breakfast

'Cause I got you walking on egg shells

Xan with that lean

I ain't a begging motherfucker, but, nigga, please!

And I aim this motherfucker 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 ain't the one with the gun

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

I'm triple OG, Fuque splitting a Sweet

Fuck bitches, get money—mission complete

Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em

These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em

Yeah, I got a virgin, I call her Madonna

But I ain't trippin', her head is a monster

Yeah, we do this for real

Swear to God, I never shoot unless I'm shooting to kill

Young wild motherfucker, pop you and a pill

Boy, instead of writing raps, you should be writing your will

You a dead man

I get to poppin' this bitch, watch where your head land

I ain't right, I swear to God, I need my head scanned

Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a headstand

I'm a dog, ho

Camo cargos, semi-auto

My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah!

Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac

Sorry for the wait, 'til my album drop