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[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ig'nant-ass white kid But I'm still bicycling and recycling And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins All my b*tches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen Hyper than Williams' middle son, Since I was a little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums All the best rappers are usually dead But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads Coming up with all the coldest sh*t, take your Sudafed Contagious, speaking while sedated God sh*t, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible I ain't got nothing left in my will 'cept Throw it all in the casket, it's mine still I need some backpack cast raps Took a break just to kill the game half-ass Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap, woke up Threw the dead bodies in the trash bags Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic Your b*tch don't want my d*ck, then she has to be a dyke Slap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed my pipe" I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type B*tch Songtexte [Hook: Mac Miller] Suck my d*ck before I slap you with it Gees B*tch, suck my d*ck before I slap you with it Gees [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Still f*cking with these hoes, though Ozo on these doppelgänger Jojos Take a b*tch to Soho for some Froyo Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-L?c Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk No joke, most dope, you just bold smoke How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float? Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more." I'm a highly difficult ropes course Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche Who you kidding? Your flow's warshed I ain't in the street but I grew you from the porch I been had hoes, I play sports Her ass out the bottom of her shorts [Hook: Mac Miller] Suck my d*ck before I slap you with it Gees B*tch, suck my d*ck before I slap you with it Gees [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Black James Bond in a white shaft Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs I'm rich car service, no car keys First class flight, 'bout to land on a new b*tch She f*ck me and swallowed every homie I came with MCM bag and n*gga, bet some weed in it 200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that? I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack Put a million in a safe in case I get a case Faggot-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states Gon' name my next tour Million-Man March Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss [Outro: Mac Miller] Suck my d*ck before I slap you with it Aus Songtexte Mania