Dark Shades lyrics

Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch I'm on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pu"
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pu"
Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my b*tches do too

Uh, Mack in this b*tch, tell 'em hoes I'm about it
These n*ggas sweet, a bunch of f*cking brownies
The f*ck you're talking about, I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one two, and b*tch I'm still counting
You n*ggas got problems, well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the n*gga out 'em
You don't want that, homie
Plus I got that pick-up on me, finger f*ck nina
She horny, you won't see tomorrow morning (n*gga)
We so f*cking cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and your b*tch chose (n*gga)
I'm so Holley Grove, f-f*ck them other n*ggas
And if the gun's strong I'll paint a f*cking picture
You know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
You know where I'm going, (b*tch) i'm going, going, gone!
n*gga holler at your boy, I-I don't give a f*ck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n*ggas up