Tune Up

(Ayo, BandPlay)
She say I'm next, I already knew I was
Yeah (start gettin' into it)
Yeah
Muney (hey)

She say I'm next, I already knew I was
I took my name, I stretched it and blew it up
My money long, extended like a Dooley Truck
Took my revolver inside the booty club (yeah)
It's like six hoes on the way to my condo
Told them hoes ain't nothin' but two of us (ayy)
Ain't shit sweet, 'cause it ain't none but two of us
Somebody play, then I promise we suitin' up
These niggas don't want no smoke with my suit up
Go get the money, go get it, go loot up
I've been at the funerals, like man, I'm too up
You can't even start, don't tune up
Look at them lame-ass niggas, they losers
I hang with rich niggas, killers, and screwers
Told all my partners no matter what state you in
If you go broke, mane, watch how they do ya

Glocks with extensions (ayy), alotta bad bitches (ayy)
Gave 'em a Uzi, send him on a mission (ayy)
Used to fuck with 'em 'til he turned to a fuck nigga
Had to tell my best friend to keep his distance (damn)
She thickalicious, walked in the house and fucked her in the kitchen (yeah, yeah)
My finger's they itchin', this bankroll on me bigger than a midget (yeah, yeah)
Used to be broke, but I ain't never ever goin' back no more (yeah, yeah)
Racks in the floor, chopper up under my Givenchy coat (yeah, yeah)
I don't trust a soul, I hate these niggas and I hate these hoes (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I gotta go, I got a play, boy, you know me at the store (be right back)
But I ain't gon' lie, she a bad lil' bitch (bad)
Smashed her for thirty minutes, jumped up, put on my clothes
And now she a mad lil' bitch (hah)
I got shit to do, and people to see (yah)
My niggas 'nem just like me (yah)
Dope boy, I love white tees (yah)
Iced out, and a pair of Spike Lee's (yah)
Keepin' chopsticks like the chinese (yah)

Y'all know I'm in love with these sticks, like the Chinese
These some new choppers, I can't wait to fire these
Came without the stock, yeah, it kick like karate
I love my guns and a bitch with a body
Yeah, y'all niggas been buyin' these bitches
I must be a Birkin, these hoes tryna buy me
I hit that lil' bitch, now her friend wanna try me
I give her good dick then go missing like Kyrie
Bitch in the trap, well they love me like Ali
I make it rain, and the drug got 'em jolly
Go on sabbat', man this rap shit a hobby
You know my name, boy, the bank can't deny me
Just look what my hustle done got me?
Young nigga so fly, got the plane tryna fly me
My wrist weight as hell, got my cup tryna try me
Her's probably be shit like a perc' and a molly
Yeah, this bitch popped a perc' tryna boot up
She turnin' up, she just bought her a new butt
Yeah, I like thick bitches, bosses, and cougars
I only do business with trappers and jewelers
Hol' on, I mean trappers, shooters, and jewelers
We stand on these glocks, we ain't using no rugers
You know we locked in like the goddamn klu klux
Used to be down, now look, we done moved up (bitch)

She say I'm next, I already knew I was
I took my name, I stretched it and blew it up
My money long, extended like a Dooley Truck
Took my revolver inside the booty club (yeah)
It's like six hoes on the way to my condo
Told them hoes ain't nothin' but two of us (ayy)
Ain't shit sweet, 'cause it ain't none but two of us
Somebody play, then I promise we suitin' up
These niggas don't want no smoke with my suit up
Go get the money, go get it, go loot up
I've been at the funerals, like man, I'm too up
You can't even start, don't tune up
Look at them lame-ass niggas, they losers
I hang with rich niggas, killers, and screwers
Told all my partners no matter what state you in
If you go broke, mane, watch how they do ya (watch how they do ya)