f** Pusha T and anybody that love em
His head up his a**, Ima have to headbu*t him
Gut em, Lil Tunechi sh**, weak stomach
Its me LT like when you heat bu*ter
Ol p**y in the pan, red is the flag
f** wit me wrong, I put your head in your hands
Therell be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
Ima alien, I hope you aint the Prince of Bel-air
Thats real n***a talk, these n***as speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your b**h hit that head so hard we get concussions
n***as cant see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach b**h and her tan line stupid
You can find me on Collins like Bootsy
I aint on no f** sh**, I be on that Trukfit
Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6
All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
I chase the bank I dont bank with Chase
You f**in with some n***as thatll murk yall
n***a you softer than a muthaf**in nerf ball
Birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin sh** and we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!yo kr