Feelin' Like Tunechi

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 b***h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi' no more
Young niggas still grindin', I’m the muhf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b***h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k 'em
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
[Verse 1: 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 may write my main rifle 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 b*****s
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 b***h that be needing them b*****s
Fresh play the p***y, I ain’t cleaning the dishes
Chess play the bosom, yeah I s***t on them t*****s
Cream and delicious, more baby than a pediatrician
Poor days, I be leaning, I miss 'em
Big 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
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 b***h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi' no more
Young niggas still grindin', I’m the muhf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b***h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k 'em
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Weezy F. b***h, don’t forget the baby
Big Tunechi, why it cost 480
And I’m still screaming “F**k you, pay me!”
I been feeling like Tunechi, boy the Maybach Mercedes
I’m in the truck fit
I might f**k on a b***h 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 b***h
I go platinum just talkin' my shit
My b***h too bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag)
I’m the GOAT 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
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 b***h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi' no more
Young niggas still grindin', I’m the muhf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k 'em
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b***h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k 'em
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money