Gees (feat. Schoolboy Q) (Explicit) - Mac Miller/Schoolboy Q

Ig'nant-a** 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-a**

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

Suck my d*ck before I slap you with it

Gees

B*tch suck my d*ck before I slap you with it

Gees

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-Lōc

Young boy but I'm chilling with some grown folk

No joke most d**e 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 a** out the bottom of her shorts

Suck my d*ck before I slap you with it

Gees

B*tch suck my d*ck before I slap you with it

Gees

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 w**d

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 w**d 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-a** 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

Suck my d*ck before I slap you with it