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[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas] Uh, ign'ant-ass white kid (White kid) But I'm still bicycling and recycling ('Cyling) And I'm still eatin' gummy bear vitamins All my bitches takin' Vicodin, huffin' nitrogen (Go) 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 Comin' up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed Contagious, speakin' while sedated God shit, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible I ain't got nothin' left in my will 'Cept, "Throw it all in the casket, it's mine still" Uh, I need some backpack cast raps Took a break just to kill the game half-assed Set some rat traps, went and took a cat nap Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic Your bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke Slap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed me pipe" I'm the scotch on the rocks, you the Appletini type [Chorus: Mac Miller] Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it Gees Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it Gees, woah [Verse 2: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas] Uh, still fuckin' with these hoes, though (Hoes, though) Bozo on these doppelgänger Jojos (Jojos) Take a bitch to SoHo for some fro-yo And tell her she gon' blow it: Romo And now, I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc (Tone-Lōc) Young boy, but I'm chillin' with some grown folk (Grown folk) No joke, Most Dope, you just bowl smoke How much coke you gotta sell to make a boat float? Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me, "No more" (No more) I'm a highly difficult ropes course Pullin' up to Rome on a chrome gold horse Say "Wassup?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche Who you kiddin'? Your flow's warshed I ain't in the street, but I'll grill you from the porch (Bitch) I been had hoes, I played sports (For real) Her ass out the bottom of her shorts (Sheesh, woah) [Chorus: Mac Miller] Suck my dick before I slap you with it Gees Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it Gees [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] (Uh, Black James Bond and a white Shaft) (Yeah) Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream Flashy as high-beams, smokin' on good weed Somethin' from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs I'm rich, car service, no car keys (Yeah!) First-class flight, 'bout to land to a new bitch (Yeah, yeah) She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came with (Aww, aww) MCM bag and, nigga, bet some weed in it Two-hundred dollars worth of Backwoods, we all livin' (Yeah, yeah) Brought the gangsters back the bucket hat, how real is that? (Ou) I'm gettin' money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack (Ugh) Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case Faggot-ass judge hatin' on me 'cause my money straight (Yeah) Dropped ten racks in all fifty states (Bitch) Gon' name my next tour "Million-Man March" (Aww, yeah) Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf (Yeah) She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss [Chorus: Mac Miller & ScHoolboy Q] Figg Side Suck my dick before I slap you with it (Ou-ou, yeah)