I'm so twisted. Mack

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 fran connected
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsy
Got a card in my wallet blacker than that nigga Wesley
Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy
First I'm on a jet & then I'm on a jet ski
I make these female dogs heal 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 hoes, Mr. Volleyball

Spikes on my shoes, that's them Louie V's
I'm on my P's and Q's, smoking QP's
Nigger, I'm chillin catch a cool breeze
I'd build a tree house if money grow on trees
Fuck with me wrong, I'll send yo head to yo mama
That big nigga, where the fuck is yo pajamas?
Blood all day, period, no commas
Errybody tryna watch but I'm timeless

Dark as shades, I can 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 that on Patrone, fuck me wrong and get murked

GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, THAT BITCH GO PEW
THAT BITCH GO PEW, THAT BITCH GO PEW
GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, THAT BITCH GO PEW
GOT A MEAN ASS SWAGGER, MY BITCHES DO TOO

Uuh, bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shawty
And I come from Holly Grove, 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 aim with all that pop
Leave a nigga leakin, if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin
Got a bunch of bitches tweakin who tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy I'm on her walls like graffiti

You's a dead peda bred, you're a fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fucking with Lil Tunechi get yo head smashed nigger
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And that party time excellent, Wayne's world
Party time excellent, Wayne's world
Tonight I'll probably fuck another nigger girl
Party time excellent, Wayne's world

Dark as shades, I can 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 that, on Patrone, fuck me wrong and get murked

GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, THAT BITCH GO PEW
THAT BITCH GO PEW, THAT BITCH GO PEW
GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, THAT BITCH GO PEW
GOT A MEAN ASS SWAGGER, MY BITCHES DO TOO

[Mack Maine:]
Mack in this bitch, tell them hoes I'm bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin brownies
Fuck you talkin bout?
Bitch I'm a G, like 1000
I'm on my 1-2 and bitch I'm still countin
You nigga's got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigger out em
You don't want that homie, Trust I got that blicker on me
Finger fuck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, nigger
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 niggers
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture
Nigga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I'm going, bitch I'm going going, gone!
NIGGA HOLLA AT YOUR BOY, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, MAKE ME SHUT YOU NIGGERS UP! MAC!

Dark as shades, I can 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 that Patrone, fuck me wrong and get murked

GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, THAT BITCH GO PEW
THAT BITCH GO PEW, THAT BITCH GO PEW
GOT A SILENCE ON THE GUN, THAT BITCH GO PEW
GOT A MEAN ASS SWAGGER, MY BITCHES DO TOO

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