Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the stove

I'm sittin' on the counter blowin' purp out my nose

Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'

I say, "- I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"

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

Man, we livin' in hell like a deep breath

Real - with real money, real - with fake -

If she don't wanna -, I get on my skateboard, and I skate pass her

Money on the table, guns on the table

- I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe, "Let go my ego"

And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger - that h-

Hello, I am Tunechi, you had me at, "Hello"

Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax

Man I don't - with none of you - like rednecks

We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax

I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks

Uh, - I'll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I'll have a - drinkin' his own blood, communion

Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up

Her - fake, but they look real, cubic zirconia's

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

Your - call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme Doughnuts

Shout out to my new ho-, shout out to my old ho-

I'll still wear that ass out like a wardrobe

-, what they gon' say?

I'm still eatin' rappers on my - lunch break

Bad yellow - with a tongue like a snake

I let her suck my - and then I f- her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn

Yeah, I let that Kush burn

Smokin' gasoline, -

The booth on fire, I'm in here gettin' higher

Young Money, b- we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinkin' 'bout no b-

I'm talkin' 'bout that scratch like my motherf- throat itch

Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your - somethin'

Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan

Sh- get real, if you scared go to catholic school

And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded room

Shoot your ass a hundred times and stand over you

Lil Tunechi so fly, I got arachnophobia

Burn -, AK in my firm grip

Leap if you feelin' like Kermit, sermons

Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech

I be faded like bleach, double barrel, Siamese

I like my swisher obese, - that - like police

I f- these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee

Money talks - and mine talks like Robin Leach

That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech

Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell

My girl got a fat cat, I call that sh- Garfield

We'll brin' the O.K. Corral to your doorbell

We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal

I'm stuntin', gettin' new money

TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em

I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne

In the words of my - BP, I'll hit a - with a car bomb

Boom!

(Gangsta Greezy) lil' -

- gon' talk, they ain't talkin' 'bout sh-

- gon' bark, I go Mike Vick

- them - on that -

Suck a - for some TRUKFIT

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn

Yeah, I let that Kush burn

Smokin' gasoline, -

The booth on fire, I'm in here gettin' higher

Holla at a -, if you want that Oscar Mayer

Tell 'em