Mike Will Made It - Tunechi's Back lyrics

[Intro] Man, f** these n***as [Hook] Tunechi's back Tunechi's back That's all these b**hes screaming That Tunechi's back All eyes on me n***a picture how I'm rolling Strapped up with that Mac Masked up like a goalie Man my b**h on that coke She snorted 4 and a baby Now the b**h owe me She selling p**y and pay me They sayin' Tunechi's back Tunechi's back And I brought them twins with me, n***a Click and Clack Let's go [Verse] Out on bail Work on the scale Put some change on your head Boy, you're 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 muthaf**a But, n***a please And I aim this muthaf**a At your memories And all my n***as Bloods But we make you n***as 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 O-G Fuque's splitting the Sweet f** b**hes, get money Mission complete Man f** these n***as I ain't worried 'bout 'em These n***as pure p**y 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 k** Young wild muthaf**a 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 b**h Watch where your head land I ain't right, I swear to God I need my head scanned Stand up and eat that p**y While she on a head stand I'm a dog, ho Camo cargos Semi auto My b**h sniff more lines than a barcode Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop