Uh, AK on my nightstand
Right next to that Bible
But I swear with these 50 shots
I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat
No Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullsh** walks
On a motherf**ing tightrope
And I make that p**y tap out
I knock that p**y out cold
n***a you'll get beat the crap out
But that's just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hose pipe
So I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on
All night
Like porch lights
Let's do it, f** talkin'
We out here, we ballin'
And I'm spraying at these rusty n***as
Like WD-40
We f**ed up, we Truk'd up
No if, ands, or bu*t-f**s
b**h n***as go behind your back
Like nunchucks
And that's f**ed up
But my hoes down, my cups up
My n***as down for whatever
These b**hes think they're too fly
Well tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi
I wear Trukfit, f** Gucci
She's blowing kisses at me
With her p**y lips, smooches
And that's 2 Chainz