Freestyle 2(Dj) - Lil Wayne

Man, f**k these niggas
Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these b**ches screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me
Ni**a pict' how I'm rollin'
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my b**ch on that coke
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the b**ch on me
She selling p**sy and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me, ni**a, click and clack
Lets go
Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on ya head
Boy, you on sale
Yeah I see you in hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I ain't a beggin' muthaf**ka
But ni**a please
And I aim this muthaf**ka at your memories
And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I'm the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I'm triple OG, fugue splitting the sweet
F**k b**ches get money
Mission complete
Man f**k these niggas I ain't worried bout 'em
These niggas pure p**sy, pull a pearl out em?
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I'm shooting to kill
Young wild muthaf**ka pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin' this b**ch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that p**sy while she on a head stand
I'm a dog hoe, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My b**ch sniff more lines than a barcode
Yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait til my album drop...