And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fukk that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
p*ssy nikka I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nikka drinking his own blood communion
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fukk that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
p*ssy nikka I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nikka drinking his own blood communion
That p*ssy so wet it turn to a gremlin
I'm spending money, spending money...Ben Franklin dizzy nikka
"I throw some bad bytches in the private jet, if them bytches aint fukking give them parachutes"
what does that even mean?
Broke nikkas: SMH
I'm skatin' and rappin' at the same damn time
I said I might retire, but y'all know I be high
I did that time, I paid that fine
fukk around and go to jail for the same damn crime
I’m way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
That machine gun go “brrrrr” like I got that bytch on vibrate
"My pockets fat like Jack Black, If I go broke then I'll jack whites"
"conscious" Weezy spreading that knowledge of self
44 on my waist, rick ross jeans