"One big room full of bad bitches" [Verse 1] Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun They say numbers don't lie bitch, I'm not the one Hammers in your face, this is not a dream And you're getting every page of this magazine Bumping UGK, we talking about a murder We roll the Dr. J and then we light the Julius Erving I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the toolie, fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga Glock 4-tini, nina colada, suck, swallow, semen saliva I'm going at your collar, fuck you ho niggas Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a fucking dope dealer You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches.. It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi Tote the tool he fuck around and pop ya My homies got that white girl, call it Lady Gaga [Verse 2] Back where I started on my set, in black All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque Don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats 'til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat Guns the size of children now, don't be childish Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest I'm a motherfucker, call me Weezy baby And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato My life is a movie, I got a leading lady My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady I got the world in my hands, skateboard and my Vans And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man, I'm just saying.. I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches.. Tunechi baby!