Burn

Hammer on the dresser work on the stove

I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose

Red bone naked in the bed flexin'

I say b**ch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression

I ain't with the BS I'm flyer than PF

Man we living in hell like a deep breath

Real niggas with real money real b**ches with fake asses

If she dont wanna f**k I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her

Money on the table guns on the table

B**ch im on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo

And my girlfriend is that choppa

I finger f**k that ho

Hello I am Tunechi

You had me at hello

Drop top Maybach clean like Ajax

Man I dont f**k with none of you niggas like rednecks

We got that work so come and get if we dont know you you pay tax

I put a hole in your apple

What that is apple jacks

P**sy ni**a I'll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I'll have a ni**a drinking his own blood communion

Wake up like Bone Thugs

I'll call your bluff pick the phone up

Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia's

Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups

Your b**ch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts

Shoutout to my new hoes shoutout to my old hoes

I still wear that a** out like a wardrobe

B**ch what they gonna say

Still eating rappers on my f**king lunch break

Bad yellow b**ch with a tongue like a snake

I let her suck my dick then I f**k her to some Drake

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline b**ch

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher

Young Money b**ch we at the top like barbwire

Money on my mind I ain't thinking bout no b**ch

I'm talking bout that scratch like my muhf**kin throat itch

Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your b**ch something

Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan

Sh*t get real if ya scared go to catholic school

And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room

Shoot your a** 100 times and stand over you

Lil' Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia

Burn b**ch AK in my firm grip

Leap if you feeling like Kermit sermons

Preach reach and I smoke your a** like Cheech

I be faded like bleach double barrel Siamese

I like my swisher obese f**k that b**ch like police

F**k these haters with no grease you get chin checked goatee

Money talks b**ch and mine talks like Robin Leach

That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech

Bank card heavy my wallet like a barbell

My girl got a fat cat I call that sh*t Garfield

We'll bring the O K Corral to your doorbell

We pull triggers not coattails I make lump sums oatmeal

I'm stuntin getting new money

Trukfit money Mountain Dew money tell em

I get better like fine wine im fire like cayenne

In the words of my ni**a BP I'll hit a b**ch with a car bomb boom

Lil' b**ch niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout sh*t

Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick

F**kin f**k niggas on that f**k sh*t

Suck a ni**a dick for some Trukfit

And let that kush burn let that kush

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline b**ch

The booth on fire im in here getting higher

Holla at a ni**a if you want that Oscar Mayer