Featuring: Mack Maine Lil Wayne

Songwriter: Rondell “MrBeatz” Cobbs Birdman Lil Wayne Mack Maine

Producer: Rondell “MrBeatz” Cobbs

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
YMCMB
I'm so twisted, Mack!

[Chorus: 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-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 1: Mack Maine]
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell 'em hoes I'm 'bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fucking 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 blicker on me
Finger fuck Nina, she horny, you won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga we so fucking cold, Young Money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga I’m so Hollygrove, f-fuck them other niggas
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fucking 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-I don’t give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack!

[Chorus: 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-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Just a Third Ward gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller, kill 'em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island, popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning, five star, money and power
Hunting while we stunting bitch, triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich
Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that bitch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine, we the niggas running shit
Blood to bloodline, pearl white, black tints
Head light, red light, spent them at the green light
Flashlight, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim nigga, give a fuck about the price

[Chorus: 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-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, 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, hah
Leave a nigga leaking, if you scared, go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin
Got a bunch of bitches tweaking 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, you a Fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
F-Fuck 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

[Chorus: 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-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too, yeah

Birdman

Say what you will about the man’s often-simple lyrics, Bryan “Birdman” Williams is the last of the hip-hop moguls (Diddy, Suge Knight, et. al.) to remain standing and relevant. His record label has been putting out important albums since 1992, including some of the most important New Orleans rap of the era – works by Kilo G, U.N.L.V., Lil Slim, Ms. Tee, Pimp Daddy, the Hot Boys (and their breakout star, Lil Wayne) and more

Despite Birdman’s oft-simple flows and his propensity to hide his own chin, he has managed to appear on tons of bangin' songs over the past almost two decades. Let’s see how your favorite rapper’s career is doing in twenty years. Brrrrrr!