[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I'm so twisted
Mack!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lil Tunechi in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them n***a's pissed off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a bitch, 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 bitch, well my bitch is sexy
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' shit, 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
Fuck with me wrong, I send your head to your momma
Death bed n***a, where the fuck is your pyjamas
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew'
That bitch go, 'pew'
That bitch go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go 'pew'
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, The grass 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 bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass n***a
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag n***a
Fuckin' 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 fuck another n***a girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
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[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Mack in this bitch, tell them ho's I'm bout it
These n***a's sweet, bunch of fuckin' brownies
Fuck you talkin' bout, bitch I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one, two, and bitch 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 fuck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, n***a
We so fuckin' cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices, and your bitch chose, n***a
I'm so HollyGrove, fuck them other n***a's
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture
N***a you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
N***a you know where I'm going, bitch I'm going going, gone
N***a holler at your boy, I don't give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n***a's up
Mac!

[Hook]