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