As another election year upon us
These last four years been good to me
Couple dollars in a couple different bank accounts
Some here, some offshore (haha)
Nigga, call me Mitch Romney

Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas
My blunt bigger than these lil' niggas
Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass
You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga
Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby, nigga
I'm spendin' money, spendin' money
Ben Franklin dizzy, nigga
Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
She say, "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" 'cause your ass need drizzlin'
That pussy came gift-wrapped, bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin'
That pussy so wet, it turned into a gremlin
There's only one me, ain't no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black bitch and a red bitch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian, uh
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killin' them hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain't working with a full deck
But I pull out that ace card
She grab that dick with two hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hangin', no curfew
Fuck you and who birthed you
I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr., y'all bird food
I'm 'bout it, I said I'm 'bout to cum
She opened her mouth, water fountain
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
Bitch, I'm drowsy
Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughin' 'bout
I got bars, nigga
And it's happy hour, uh

Ridin' 'round with them choppas, not them ninas
Ridin' 'round with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly, ha
Bitch, I put my foot in your ass, karate
Man, these niggas can't see me like a diary

Smoke that weed, let's get irie
Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence
Top of the gun, there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it
TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi leave big nuts
I'm gettin' my dick sucked
I blow weed like it's dust, uh
Spacehead, love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I'm a made nigga, Machiavelli
That MAC-11 necessary
I'm a hard head, I'll pop the cherry
No pussy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies
Well, my friends are imaginary
I'm the motherfuckin' resolution like the first of January
My ride cold and my bitch hot
I'm tired as hell but my dick not
I don't gas no bitch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop
Y'all niggas act like lady cops
My niggas smoke like coffee shops
That's syrup gang, Waffle House
Gun fight, I'll knock you out
My bitch titties is poppin' out
We poppin' up and we get it poppin'
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin' out
Like Nicki's ass
Smokin' on that sticky bag
Weezy F, I'm big and bad
Small feet, but I'll kick your ass
I'm the trigger man of that shooting star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that dick just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft
Now wipe it off
I do LIV on Sundays, church
Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
Uh, who the fuck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter egg
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
Hit a nigga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks, mine got a nasty mouth
It's Young Money, Cash Money
'Til the motherfuckin' day I'm cashin' out
Tunechi

Ridin' 'round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passin' that weed, I'm the wide receiver
@lilTunechi, follow the leader, bitch

Speaking of leaders, all bullshit aside
You niggas push that button to download this tape
You niggas get up, push that button for Obama in November
Don't look back like that
Oh yeah, Dedication 4, ho
That was the last tape I bought when we had a Black president