Mack Maine - Original Silence lyrics

[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]