I’m so twisted, Mack
Lil Tunechi in this bitch 
Tell them hoes I’m ready
Them niggers 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 nigger 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 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 nigger where the fuck is yo pajamas?
Blood all day period no commas
Everybody 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 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

Uh bitch I’m from New Orleans rest in peace Magnolia shorty
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 po po po I aim with all that pop
Leave a nigger 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 … bred you’re a fed ass nigger
I’m on my vampire bloody red flag nigger
Fuckin with Lil Tunechi get yo head smashed nigger
Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash nigger
In that party time excellent Wayne’s world
Party time excellent Wayne’s world
Tonight I’ll probably fuck another nigger girl

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

Mack in this bitch tell them hoes I’m bout it
These niggers 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 nigger’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 nigger
I’m so HollyGrove fuck them other nigger’s
And if the gun’s drawn I’ll paint a fuckin’ picture
Nigger you know what I’m on a bag of that strong
Nigger you know where I’m going bitch I’m going going gone
Nigger holler at your boy I don’t give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun make me shut you nigger’s 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