文本歌词

****WitMe - The Real Tune
I mean it's simple
Can't f**k wit us
I got money on yo head
I don't do my dirty work
I cut off my hands I don't even touch the work
I pray these niggas don't f**k with me
And I don't like to curse in church
And my girl' p**sy taste just like Mrs Butterworth's
I mean that
Gonna need that
Don't be showin that work ni**a
You'll find out what yo whole worth ni**a
We'll follow you miles from church ni**a
You gon have to swallow yo pride like a thirsty b**ch
And get em Tune
I don't really f**k around with same niggas
F**k all yall niggas shout to my niggas
These niggas hustling backwards
Check yo rearview mirror and yo side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind clever
That choppa get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas that's dropsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Now there stay in yo lane and get sideswiped
It's going down let me straighten up yo fly right
Still can't turn a hoe into a housewife
Man it's like some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun range
These chums ain't even got chump change
Uh yea and don't f**k with me you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself before I sign it
Yea I'm shinin on these niggas no horizon
Yea and it's going down if I'm her pilot
Uh my new car is so robotic
My new b**ch is so provotic
Money talks yours like no comment
Black car raise yo profile and rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like dub Mojave
I get my work from Rico Swave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me broke Write on my cast
Boy my w**d so good I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail that's a cellphone
Yea I'm bout to buy a machinegun
You drink it all leave clean cups make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train tracks
Hopin that b**ch speed up
I'm Strongarm and these niggas roll my sleeves up yea
I got rad b**ches on standby all my hoes got red eyes
Celebrate when rat die make a ni**a fall back like he getting baptized
When we in a hospital room full of flat lines
I'm Tunechi the immortal
My name ringing my name ringin hello may I take yo order
I say
Testarossa over testimony
Got so much sh*t built up you could smell it on me
F**k all yall niggas in Swahili ni**a
Ain't nothing free round here but Willy ni**a
Ak-47 call it Mr Biggs
All my niggas blood f**k yo syringe
Chop his head off put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that sh*t for dinner day
Hey let me introduce you ni**a to America most
Every ni**a round when we carry it out
Sedated b**ches like a ni**a tune the low
They just be like 10 and we doin em all
Okay Tune in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way from the Panama I got a few on the boat
What you ni**a make a year I could do it to blow
You keep on playin with me bet I'll put a few in you hoe
The fate up before a ni**a we soon to see
These niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody f**kin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang bang green and grab a truck
Young Money cash money they down with her
I got a b**ch who want yo b**ch you finna get a hoe up
And don't b******t and listen you don't really know her
We a bust a ni**a head leave layin fo dead
I get caught with a banger I'm a land affair
In Gen Park ni**a every day interfere
I was chillin on the yard really going hard
And these p**sy niggas catchin feelings over broads
Can p**sy ni**a go up really like a god
A town ni**a bang head I'm about it
Everybody know don't f**k with me cuz I got it