Yeah, yeah
Can’t get him off my mind…
Tutu, comin in hot
Get all his monkeys, stir up the pot
Runnin the block, callin the shots
Tie up the knot, takin his shot
Better than Ceasar, brand new feature
Run his empire he here for a reason
Killin his brother, fresh new season
He is the king of the monkeys, Africa, the world, the universe, don’t spit on him
He’s only 7 he’ll teach you a lesson
Yeah, the world hates him, but his monkeys, they love him
He don’t make time for women, he’s on a mission
Ruling the world, he has a vision
But, he’s also kinda weird…
He humped a dog, to lick on a cat
The women that like him, he calls em fat
Move out the way, he’s up to bat
Prepare to fall and get laid flat
His cousin Markie, been known as a traitor
His cousin Reed, been known as a hater
He gonna sneak, attack like a gator
But TuTu, he just a player
He can’t stand Trump, He can’t stand Putin, He likes Jong Un, and he likes food
Third world countries, lawn service is lovely
He finds the hot women and the rest are ugly
Visiting Europe, but hates playing rugby
He cheers for Breestin, but not for G Barb
He be so fancy, he playin the harp
He hates Marc, he shoved him in carp
He cheers for North Adams, all the wrong part
Screw the Warriors, he cheerin for Williamsburg
Knock his friends out and kick em to the curb
Better watch out you bound to get hurt
Trump is John Cena, but TuTu is Gunther(uh uh)
Icelandic blonde, he take her on date
Better be careful while receiving the hate
All of his decisions determine his fate
Very good acquaintances with Andrew Tate, woah…
Just think of all the weird with this…
The baby version of Hasbulla
Better stop pickin the Apple uh
Chokin em out with soap suds
He be dominating the world, not having enough, wanting more, and taking it all, that’s his life
We call him TuTu
Yeah, don’t mess with me
Retarded monkey
