I'm so twisted Lil tunechi in this bitch tell them hoes I'm ready Them niggas pissed off, call em r. Kelly I'm higher than a bitch, I smoke that keisha, frank and effy Man, all of these broads on my johnson like betsy Got a card in my pocket blacker than that nigga wesley Life is a bitch? Well, my bitch is sexy First I'm on a jet, and then I'm on a jet ski I make these female dogs heel like giuseppes 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 hoes mr. Volleyball Spikes on my shoes, thats them lou-bs I'm on my ps & qs, smokin qps Nigga, I'm chillin catch a cool breeze Ill build a tree house if money grow on trees Fuck with me wrong, ill send your head to your mama Death bed, nigga, where the fuck is your pyjamas? Blood all day, period, no commas Everybody tryna watch, but I'm timeless Dark ass shades, I cant see them haters Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter I dont 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 swagga, my bitches do too 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! Iow! pow! I aint with arguing Leave a nigga leakin, if you scared go see the deacon Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin Got a buncha bitches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti You a dead pita bread, youre a fed ass nigga I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga Fuckin with lil tunechi, get your head smashed nigga Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga And its party time, excellent, waynes world Party time, excellent, waynes world Tonight ill probly fuck another nigga girl Party time, excellent, waynes world Dark ass shades, I cant see them haters Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter I dont 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 swagga, my bitches do too [Mack maine] Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I'm bout it These niggas sweet, a bunch of fuckin brownies The fuck you talkin bout? I'm a g like a thousand I'm on my one two, and bitch I'm still countin You niggas got problems, well I got bigger problems My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out em You dont want that, homie Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger fuck nina, she horny You wont see tomorrow morning, nigga We so fuckin cold, young money, money old Life is full of choices and your bitch chose, nigga I'm so hollygrove, fuck them other niggas And if the guns strong ill paint a fucking picture You know what I'm on, a bag of that strong You know where I'm going, bitch, I'm goin, goin, gone! Nigga, holla at your boy, I dont give a fuck Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you niggas up Dark ass shades, I cant see them haters Now eat these fuckin bullets, dont forget to tip the waiter I dont 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 swagga, my bitches do too