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, Frank and Effy Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey Got a card in my wallet blacker than that nigga Wesley Life is a bitch, well my bitch is sexy Fi-First I’m on the jet, and then I’m on a jetski 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 hoes, Mr. Volleyball Spikes on my shoes, that’s them Louis Vs I’m on my Ps and Qs, smoking QPs Nigga 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 nigga, where the fuck is your pajamas? Blood all day, period, no commas Everybody tryna watch, but I’m timeless 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 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 Uh, bitch I’m from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shawty 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 arguin’, ha Leave a nigga leakin’, if you’re scared go see the Deacon Got a silence 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’se a dead pita bread, you’re a fed ass nigga I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga Fu-Fuckin’ with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga And it’s party time, excellent, Wayne’s World Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World Tonight I’ll probably fuck another nigga girl Party time, excellent, Wayne’s World 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 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 Uh, 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 a thousand I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting You niggas got problems? Well I got bigger problems My guns all black, make me bring the nigga 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 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 drawn, I paint a fuckin’ picture Nigga you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong Nigga you know where I’m goin’, bitch I’m goin’, goin’, gone Nigga holler at ya boy, I don’t give a fuck Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up Mack 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 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 Yeah