Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love 'em His head up his ass, I'ma have to headbutt him Gut 'em, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach It's me LT like when you heat butter Ol' pussy in the pan, red is the flag Fuck wit' me wrong, I put your head in your hands There'll be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere I'ma alien, I hope you aint the Prince of Bel-air That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features Hammer on my side like I work in construction Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps South Beach bitch and her tan line stupid You can find me on Collin's like Bootsy I aint on no fuck shit, I be on that Trukfit Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than 1 6 All I ever see is Ben Franklin face I chase the bank I don't bank with Chase You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all Nigga you softer than a muthafuckin' nerf ball Birdcall, brrrr, what happened to that boy? He was talkin' shit and we put a clap into that boy Tunechi!yo kr