One big room full of bad bitches x8

Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don't lie
Bitch, I'm not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr jay and then
We light that Julius Erving
I got pussy on the way and
Pussy on the way out
Life is a beach and these
Hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the tooly
Fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I'm going at your collar
Fuck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I'm
A fucking dope dealer
You're a dead man walking:
Michael Jackson Thriller
I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches
(I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches)

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, fuck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga it goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, to fuck around and pop ya

Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like
A platinum plaque
We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you're scared go to church
And get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children
Now don't be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest
I'm a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel
I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands
Skateboard n' my vans
And all my boys stay strapped
Like we live in Iran i know what I can do
So bitch I do what I can
Drop that Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I'm just saying