T!
Where hoody at?
No ceilings

One xan, one xan, one xan
Lord, I'm tryna cut back
Hol' up, hol' up, where my cup at?
My bitch got that comeback
Real one from the jump, man
I'm killing the jumpman
I ain't got no ceilings
No need to look up, man (uh-uh)
Ak, ak, ak, street-sweeper
No dustpan (bap-bap)
Been a stuntman since a young man
Extra gun if one jam (bap-bap)
Stuntman since a young man
Extra gun if one jam
On my carter 5 shit
This one for the thumb, man
Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
Yeah, this for where I'm from at
Yeah, my goons break
In your house like bruhman
Yeah; click-clack
Gun-blam, gun-blam, gun-blam, gun-blam
Gun-blam, gun-blam!
Shh... silencer on the gun
I go silence of the lamb
Ooh I'm up man, up man
Them viagras got me up, man
And we pull up, man; up
And dump and dump and dump
Then scrram - screech
The harder I fall, the farther I reach
The water might fall, but life is a beach
When my number's called, I get out my seat
When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
You might hit a wall, or end up like me
You might have to crawl, but get up like me
And you bite before bark, never I before we
And you pray before eating
And you lay with your heat
And you stay with your heat
And you lay on your mink
Bitches lay at your feet
And you play with your kids
You don't play with these niggas
Don't play on these streets
I don't play on these beats
I don't play bout my money
You heard what I say; no replay, no repeat
Don't be playing with me
Don't be playing with we
I don't play with no wii
I'm ok, I'm og
I'm o. j. on these beats
I od on these beats
I'm m-o-b-b-b-b on these streets
Say what you say
You don't be on these streets
Cause if we see you, it's on s-I-g-h-t
Belie'e that
Tunechi

One xan, one xan, one xan
All I need is one xan
Knock me out like punch bag
Got me slump like humpback (gone)
Muddy-muddy-muddy
I just drunk a mud bath
Muddy-muddy-muddy
I need me some mud flaps (sippin)
Real one from the jump, man
Real one from the jump, man (real one)
On my carter 5 shit
This one for the thumb, man
Money long, I got that money
Tall like kazam (shaq)
I just popped a combo
Ain't talkin' mcdonald's (medicine)
I just popped a bottle
Ain't talkin' no liquor (medicine)
I'm talking actavis
I'm talking to the sippers (pour up)
I'm talkin to a stripper
She gon let me pimp her
You talkin to the police
So that's who you tippin?
Ohh, that's a no-no, that's a no-no, ohh
Had coke since polo and girbauds
Had coke since arsenio
White girl; marilyn monroe, demi moore
I'm in la with my skinny hoes
But they faces look like centerfolds
I've been taking all these chemicals, damn
Now they faces aren't identical, damn
Watch these niggas turnin into hoes, bop-bop
Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop-bop
Watch me turn a million into four, voilà
Watch me turn miami to no, uh-huh
Watch me turn the sand to some snow, uh-huh
In a phantom with chinchilla floors, drop-top
Hit atlanta like gorilla zoe
Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
Shout out lauren on the west
She playin her role
Literally, on the set, she playin a role
Niggas really rep the set
We stay in our mode (turned up)
Spiritually I'm just blessed
I pray for my hoes (amen)
Tunechi hoppin off the jet
G open my door (thank you)
Spittin since das efx
My flow in control (skibbidy)
Pimpin since das efx
My hoe in control (pimpin)
And I just popped a combo
Ain't talkin mcdonald's
Niggas hear that click-clack, ooh-ooh
I know I'mma get my shit back, ooh-ooh
We aiming this thing at your body
We aiming this thing at your nose
Hollow tip bullets, blue tip bullets
Well you're gonna get shot with them both