Lil Wayne — Tunechis Back

[Intro] Man, fuck these niggas [Hook] "Tunechi's back, Tunechi’s back" That's all these bitches screaming, that Tunechi is back All eyes on me; nigga, picture I’m rollin' Strapped up with that Mac, masked up like a goalie Man, my bitch on that coke, she snorted four and a baby Now the bitch owe me, she sell that pussy and pay me They saying "Tunechi’s back! Tunechi’s back!" And I brought them twins with me, nigga, Click and Clack Let's go [Verse] Out on bail, work on the scale Put some change on your head, boy, you on sale Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop, get well Make breakfast 'Cause I got you walking on egg shells Xan with that lean I ain't a begging motherfucker, but, nigga, please! And I aim this motherfucker at your memories And all my niggas Bloods, but we make you niggas bleed Yeah, Bloody Mary I’m the one with the money, so I ain't the one with the gun All I do is give the word to the one with the gun I’m triple OG, Fuque splitting a Sweet Fuck bitches, get money—mission complete Man, fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em Yeah, I got a virgin, I call her Madonna But I ain't trippin', her head is a monster Yeah, we do this for real Swear to God, I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill Young wild motherfucker, pop you and a pill Boy, instead of writing raps, you should be writing your will You a dead man I get to poppin’ this bitch, watch where your head land I ain't right, I swear to God, I need my head scanned Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a headstand I’m a dog, ho Camo cargos, semi-auto My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode, yeah! Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac Sorry for the wait, 'til my album drop