(feat. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine)
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I’m so twisted
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b**h I’m on that Patron, f** me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too
[Verse 1: Mack Maine]
Uh, Mack in this b**h, tell them hoes I’m ‘bout it
These n***as sweet, bunch of f**in’ brownies
f** you talking ‘bout, b**h I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one-two, and b**h I’m still counting
You n***as got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns so black, make me bring the n***a out them
You don’t want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me
Finger f** Nina, she horny
You won’t see tomorrow morning
n***a, we so f**ing cold
Young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your b**h chose
n***a, I’m so Hollygrove, f**-f** them other n***as
And if the guns drawn, I paint a f**ing picture
n***a, you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong
n***a, you know where I’m going, b**h I’m going, going, gone!
n***a, holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a f**
Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you n***as up
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller, k** ‘em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning
Five star, money, power!
Hunting while we stunning b**h, trigger man, hood rich
Built on some silenced sh**, bad b**h, born rich
Chandelier sh**, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit you sittin’, paint that b**h
Out-out-out the Bentley with ‘em doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bouncing on the shine, we the n***as running sh**
Blood the blood line, pearl-white black tents
Head light, red light, spent them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, hit ‘em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim n***a, give a f** about the price
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
b**h I’m from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That b**h is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The gra** is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden
Pow pow pow I ain’t with arguing, hah
Leave a n***a leaking
If you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’
Got a buncha b**hes tweaking
To tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that p**y
I’m on her walls like graffiti
You’s dead pita bread, you’re a fed a** n***a
I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag n***a
f**ing with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed n***a
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash n***a
And it’s... party time excellent Wayne’s world
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
Tonight I’m probably f**ing another n***a’s girl
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man I’m on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu”
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu”
Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too
(Yeah)