Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love em
His head up his ass, Ima have to headbutt him
Gut em, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
Its me LT like when you heat butter
Ol pussy in the pan, red is the flag
Fuck 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 nigga talk, these niggas speechless
Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
Hammer on my side like I work in construction
Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
Niggas cant see me, not even a glimpse
Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid
You can find me on Collins like Bootsy
I aint on no fuck shit, 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 fuckin with some niggas thatll murk yall
Nigga you softer than a muthafuckin nerf ball
Birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy?
He was talkin shit and we put a clap into that boy
Tunechi!yo kr
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