Before Tune Gets Back (Feat. Lil Chuckee)

Lil Wayne

Mike, cut something on man you know
Never let me get on nothing dawg
Man cut man cut man cut some more man
Hurry up though before Tune gets back, come on

Yea, D5 muthafucka
It’s Tunechi Junior bitch
Pops let me go ahead get em one time, ya hear me?
Hold up

Turn my muthafuckin mic on
And I ain’t even til the muthafuckin light’s on
This ain’t a dick, this a muthafuckin python
And if it’s well call me, fuck Tyrone
You know what? It’s time for yall niggas to sit
Big ass hoes, no over bullshit
Such a slash, tow my truck, you ain’t rich
But tell that yo side nigga suck my dick
‘Cus I got a lot of sperm if you need it, sperm if you need it
Them bitches going crazy for no fuckin reason
I beat you pussy niggas up til you start bleeding
Menstrual cycle, fuck it, go ahead bleach em
Diarrhea, I’m runnin this shit
I’m just getting laps on
All my niggas strapped up and yall pussy niggas got strap ons
Bitch we breathe these 5 stars
Bitch we bleed these 5 stars
YMCMB, you can come get fucked by 5 stars
She ain’t got to talk to boo
I done made her stupid ass walk home
I kill a beat, the back row and the yap rolled on as a muthafuckin superdome
Okay you know I’m a fuckin beast, yea I’m fuckin creep
You can get these 30 clips Tunechi wanna make a scene
Tune let me off the leish
Now I run the fuckin streets
2 finger in her pussy then I tell that pussy peace uh
It’s Chuckee, she say yo name Chuckee? Said no, my name Sydney
And she don’t shed a T if you stupid ass lookin
Field bowl em fat, kinda got my nose stuffin
All my niggas on gas, quick trip
And all my niggas gon blast this shit
See all yall niggas doing bad as shit
So really I’mma act a fuckin aston ship
Truck fit on my neck
That truck mean I truck yo ass
She got junk up in her trunk
I guess it’s time to take out the trash
And you thought this shit was over
Got paper like a fuckin school folder
If her grass ain’t cut get the lawnmower
Tony tell em bitches it’s Libra Gang
Vocal lessons, let Nina sing
Before I leave up out this bitch they gon know my fuckin name
Right man, junior junior
Fuck a dog, bitch I got a puma
Man these niggas pussy stack no wonder why I was smelling tuna
Lame ass boys don’t want no trouble
Pussy niggas just a bunch of suckers
Smash him, leave mimes
You can call me a motherfucker
Man I’m bout to ank ass and it’s Shaquille
She’s a little teased
But big Whitney on my personal, look girls hey say release
Bitch I’m leaving B.I.G, my gun is little Cesar
If that girl don’t pop it off
I’ll just keep right on her reef
Okay that gold pack in my pocket
I’m like a rag up in a socket
And when I cop that nina nine you better not cock thuglet uh
YMB the shit, I say damn everybody else
I be kickin girls out the condo, I got a black belt
Huh, big bro say it’s yo time nigga
Let what the fuck the man said
Boy I body these verse that’s why they cost a old man a leg
Left that coochy smoking
She gon fail her drug test
My chain on freeze, call my shit under arrest

Mike turn the mic off dawg
Fuck I’m just playin around dawg
Mike cut the beat off before Tune gets back