Silence On The Gun (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I'm so twisted
Mack!

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Lil Tunechi in this b*tch, tell them ho's I'm ready
Them n*gga's p*ssed off, call em' R. Kelly
I'm higher than a b*tch, I smoke that Keisha, Frank, and Neffie
Man all of these broads on my Johnson like Betsey
Got a card in my wallet, blacker than that n*gga Wesley
Life is a b*tch, well my b*tch is sexy
First I'm on the jet, and then I'm on the jet ski
I make these female dogs heel, like Giuseppe's
Man you be poppin' sh*t, 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 ho's, Mr. Volleyball
Spikes on my shoes, that's the Lou B's
I'm on my P's and Q's, smokin' QP's
n*gga I'm chillin, catch a cool breeze
I build a tree house, if money grow on trees
f*ck with me wrong, I send your head to your momma
Death bed n*gga, where the f*ck is your pyjamas
Blood all day, period, no commas
Everybody tyin' to watch, but I'm timeless
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
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 'pew'
That b*tch go, 'pew'
That b*tch go, 'pew'
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go 'pew'
Got a mean ass swagger, my b*tches do too

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
b*tch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that b*tch 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
Leave a n*gga' lieakin', if you scared go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin'
Got a bunch of b*tches tweakin, to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pus*y, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You's a dead pita bread, you're a fed ass n*gga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag n*gga
f*ckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed n*gga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash n*gga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll prolly f*ck another n*gga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Mack in this b*tch, tell them ho's I'm bout it
These n*gga's sweet, bunch of f*ckin' brownies
f*ck you talkin' bout, b*tch I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one, two, and b*tch I'm still countin'
You n*gga's 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, Trust I got that blicka on me
Finger f*ck nina she horny, you won't see tomorrow morning, n*gga
We so f*ckin' cold, young money, money old
Life is full of choices, and your b*tch chose, n*gga
I'm so HollyGrove, f*ck them other n*gga's
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a f*ckin' picture
n*gga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
n*gga you know where I'm going, b*tch I'm going going, gone
n*gga holler at your boy, I don't give a f*ck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n*gga's up
Mac!

[Hook]