[Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)
Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (Yeah)
I been feelin' like, I been feelin' like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mill' on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi' no more
Young niggas still grindin', I'm the muhfuckin' G.O.A.T
I been feelin' like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin' like, yeah, fuck 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that bitch like the last supper
Got her feelin' like, oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like, yeah, fuck 'em
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid, with grown-ass man money
[Lil Wayne]
I took the top off the McLaren, I'm letting the guts show
Walk in my bathroom, I step in the drug store
Treat the 200 for y'all like a tug boat, who want smoke?
Yeah, 'cause the bullet be drippin' like snot from a snub nose
I'm aimin' right to your heart like a love note
I told you right from the start, from the front door
I told her right from the pump, it's a gun show
It's me and Lil Richard, we defeating some bitches
We stick to the code like Leonardo da Vinci
Many men, they wishing death upon me
Bop, bop, bop, give 'em three wishes
I need me a bitch that be needing them bitches
Fresh plate of pussy, I ain't cleaning the dishes
Chess play the bosom, yeah, I skeet on them titties
Creamy delicious, more babies than a pediatrician
Court days, I be leaning, I miss 'em
Bih trippin', put the beef in the skillet
I pistol-whip 'em, I got teeth on the glitzy
Like no way can't believe that I'm serious
Like no way can't believe what I'm feelin'
Don't play, they don't need to play with me
OJ on this beat like it fit me
[Rich The Kid, Lil Wayne]
Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)
Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (Yeah)
I been feelin' like, I been feelin' like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mill' on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi' no more
Young niggas still grindin', I'm the muhfuckin' G.O.A.T
I been feelin' like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin' like, yeah, fuck 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that bitch like the last supper
Got her feelin' like, oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like, yeah, fuck 'em
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid, with grown-ass man money
[Rich The Kid]
Weezy F., bitch, don't forget the baby
Big Tunechi, why it cost 480
And I'm still screaming “Fuck you, pay me!”
I been feeling like Tunechi, boy the Maybach Mercedes
I'm in the Trukfit
I might fuck on a bitch and I make her lit
Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich
Keep it real, 100, I can never switch
Few years of work turn to a boss in this bitch
I go platinum, just talkin' my shit
My bitch too bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag)
I'm the G.O.A.T. killer, rappers get their throat slit
Count another fifty mill' like "Oh shit!"
Bank account gettin' heavy like a gold brick
I might buy a Bugatti
Feelin' like Tunechi, baby momma get a big body
[Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Turn your wife to a groupie (Yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (Yeah)
Ride the Wraith like a hoopty (Yeah)
I been feelin' like, I been feelin' like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad bitch in my mentions with a mill' on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can't ride in the Masi' no more
Young niggas still grindin', I'm the muhfuckin' G.O.A.T
I been feelin' like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin' like, yeah, fuck 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that bitch like the last supper
Got her feelin' like, oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like, yeah, fuck 'em
Got me feelin' like Rich The Kid, with grown-ass man money
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