[Verse 1]
Tunechi, uhh...
Walked in the bank like my sh** don't stink
b**h I'm from New Orleans, everybody ain't saints
Pockets never empty, Weezy F full tank
Try to check me and I'mma leave that check blank
Tongue kiss that p**y make that woman have convulsions
I'm in this b**h throwin' up blood like a ulcer
Real n***a like a motherf**in' slave
I R.I.P. these n***as, like a page
Umm, hello, how you doin', sir?
Dr. Carter M.D., that's mur-der
b**hes ain't sh** and n***as ain't either
Bad b**hes I get achoo like sinus
These n***as is fake like a bosom
And everybody's on edge until you push 'em
Haha, but the pleasure's all mine
Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time
Tunechi!
[Hook]
And I don't know how fake feel n***a
Cause all my life I've been a real n***a
All my life I've been a real n***a
Don't f** up my night, I'm like
What's poppin'? What's your friend name?
What y'all drinkin' on? Come get a oil change
I brung my AK, I'm on my "A" game
b**h I'm a a-hole, leavin' sh** stains
Ho!
[Verse 2]
I'm a a**hole, but I don't give a sh**
Like a hard dick I'm in this b**h
I'm sharp, I'm cold - icepick
Top off the Maybach - nice tits
I'm from Hollygrove, I used to hang with Elz
I make them b**hes *Inhale noise*, they waitin' to exhale
I'm on some gangsta sh**, knock your head off
Bark up my tree, that's a dead dog
Where them hoes at? Tell 'em I said "what's up?!"
I like a shaved p**y, no razor bumps
I got that paper b**h, come get a paper cut
Don't gamble in that p**y not even lady lucks
I make 'em straighten up and fly right
When life hands you lemons find the limelight
Yea, and the pleasure's all mine
Cause on my watch I'm the greatest of all time
Tunechi!
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Uhh, I like my alcohol straight b**h
I can't stop stuntin' I need my brakes fixed
Yea I'm on that sh** like a f**in' maggot
On the road to riches, you n***as stuck in traffic
Stomp a n***a out, keep the party goin'
Kick them hoes out if them hoes annoyin'
But if they friends bad then them hoes could join
I'm bout to shoot a p**n I'm castin' broken arm
Got money on my mind, p**y on my agenda
I beat that pink p**y magenta f** bein' gentle
Man I'm hard, these n***as is simple gun to your temple
I smoke 'til I look oriental high as a window
And I broke these n***as like pencils unaccidental
b**h I meant to, dick in her dimples lick it I tremble
I swear this sh** is mental, f** it, my rent due
I school your a** and suspend you, you b**h you
It's Tunechi!
[Hook]
Young Mula, baby!