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[Verse 1: Lil
Okay I'ma throw a on this beat, now who wanna play fetch?
When it comes to the drugs, boy we shop at
Shawty came too many times, left the bed wet
[?] I'm the Blood Man, Redman
A scared man a man, can I get an amen?
You done all of them guns and ain't nobody dead yet
Catch your ass in traffic, aim at the head rest
Got your bitch on her knees like she legless
Like I trust my iPhone, I can't trust the clique I ride for
If I see 'em in the streets, I'ma have to treat 'em a rival
I'm a to your eyeballs, I'm so fly, shop at Skymall
Mama never bought me knockoffs, Lord I need wood to knock on
Lil Tunechi, I'm a movie, get your gummy bears and
I got somethin' hot on my hip, I get my hip hop on
And this little red dot gon' help me hit a spot on
Point with the bullets, you say Rajon, I say Rajon
Hold up, we them boys, we wild boys
I hold my sideways when I shoot, that's for style points
to society, menace to myself though
Bend but break, my niggas call me elbow
And you don't no problem, I'ma problem
My AK just shootin', it's on autopilot
Tunechi what's your problem? I got fuckin' problems
Bad bitch on top of me, she started from the
On that Cognac and that loud pack, loud pack
You gotta shoot the rat when it gets too big for the
Shoot at me and smile back and then I "Pow" back
Flip you like a kayak, bitch it's combat
Bitch I'm Tommy gun Tunechi, color ruby
Made enough to quit but I keep makin' up
A dick, that's amazin' and amusin'
I'm and secluded, I'm the greatest and improvin'
Cause my mama say I'm livin' wrong
Well if I die I guess she dead right
Catch me on this mothafuckin' water, nigga
I catch pussy ass at a red light
And you gon' hear that blocka, that
I represent my killers Johnnie Cochran
We kidnap and toddlers
We don't give a fuck if their ass
Brief of silence for Chris Wallace
Soulja Slim, Pac, Pimp C, I hope they're
And still hot as, tamales
My plane got that wi-fi and that wireless
I'm so sorry for the

[Verse 2: Mack
Spread your legs, girl, I'm tryna the headboard
I'm a for the bread, I want the whole DeJ Loaf
My chick just want a blunt and some [?]
She a squirter so we don't fuck on my sheets
My whole skate on you like a hockey team
like Wayne Gretzky meets Jeremy Shockey
We Young Money Mafia, I rep I rep
Try to throw salt on my name and put pep in your step
Put gloves on, nigga please get you a grip
And I bet you rest in when I let this bitch rip
The money runnin' like water, check the cash
My weed funky like armpits and
on the nine, when we creep we mash slow
And make sure them get everything they ask for
My bitch in London said a Mack Mainiac
And her sister Tune, she a Wayniac
It's like she's two different persons, she be chillin', she be
Cry a river, squirt a ocean, fast in slow motion
Man I know Soulja proud of me (yah me?)
Man I know Soulja Slim of me (ya heard me?)
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry it's late
And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the
Tha Carter 5 a classic, sorry that it's
And I ain't apologetic but sorry for the wait