[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm so twisted
Mac!
Lil Tunechi in this b**h, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them n***a's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a b**h, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that n***a Wesley
Life is a b**h, well my b**h is s**y
First I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I make these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' sh**, and I be poppin' off
I'm full of alcohol, like a cotton ball
I just pick em' up and Mr. G just drop em' off
I serve these ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, that's the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, smokin' QP's
n***a I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze
I build a tree house, if money grow on trees
f** with me wrong, I send your head to your momma
d**h bed n***a, where the f** is your pyjamas
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless
[Hook: 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** with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go 'pew'
That b**h go, 'pew'
That b**h go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go 'pew'
Got a mean a** swagger, my b**hes do too
[Verse 2: 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
Leave a n***a' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin'
Got a bunch of b**hes tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that p**y, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed a** n***a
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag n***a
f**in' 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'll prolly f** another n***a girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Mack in this b**h, tell them ho's I'm bout it
These n***a's sweet, bunch of f**in' brownies
f** you talkin' bout, b**h I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one, two, and b**h I'm still countin'
You n***a's got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the n***a out em'
You don't want that homie, Trust I got that blicka on me
Finger f** nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, n***a
We so f**in' cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices, and your b**h chose, n***a
I'm so HollyGrove, f** them other n***a's
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a f**in' 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 holler at your boy, I don't give a f**
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n***a's up
Mac!
[Hook]