No Shots

[Intro: Mac Miller] Yeah, yeah Made a million off a logo with my thumb up Y'all just gettin' in the game, 'cause you butt fuck Woah, no shots, no shots No, no Hahaha, if I sing it's cool [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Yeah, I feel like I'm the messiah A rebirth of creatures who bowin' to the most high They knees hurt from prayin' to the "what's his face?", beggin' to be blessed There's somethin' above me, I'm just the god of what's left, cut the check I was gone for a year off the fructose Contemplatin' puttin' fuckin' bullets in the suit coats, who knows? Go duel with a wizard, wave a magic wand, turn summer into winter I worship from warships, play PGA courses Hit the AVN awards 'cause the porn chicks need more dick I force fit, and put it in her body like a sword-smith Have her eatin' E pills like corn chips, yeah How you defeat a ma'fucker with some body armor? Head shots turn him sweet and sour like an Arne Palmer Dalai Lama holy as me Got it locked, holdin' a key [Chorus: Mac Miller & Vinny Radio] (Yeah, yeah) No shots (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) No shots No, no (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 2: Vinny Radio] Okay, niggas squaddin' up again Wipe the nail polish and lipstick from these broads and get in this You talk it, you don't live it, instead niggas flexin' on that sus shit, Richard Simmons Can't stomach what you givin' Start with body blows, give the beat a headshot Toss the Glock, flee the scene with red socks Track kill a nigga, that manila nigga Your boyfriend probably feelin' better if I'm chillin' with ya Like coughin' up phlegm from an unfiltered cig I'm the illest spitter, a Dutch or a Swisher You always want bigger, turn it up, nigga 9th Wonder beats dump like blunt guts, nigga This is Most Dope, baby, what else could you want? Fuck with that bottom shelf, nah, choose us Mac showed me how to change my life in two months Tell my girl take out life insurance 'cause I do stunt (Yeah, I do stunt) [Chorus: Mac Miller, Vinny Radio & Franchise] No shots (Yeah, I do stunt) No shots (Yeah I hear ya) No, no (Bruh, let me talk to 'em, uh) No shots [Verse 3: Franchise] Let's continue the communition All of my partners ripped to this life locked behind bars whenever we start a sentence In crunch time, we play the game like it's Olympics Niggas be flexin' in the booth, would've thought we was some gymnasts, uh And that's without warmin' up, just raisin' the bar Most Dope, REMember Music, my clique be takin' it far Got ties with the upper skies, practice aviation All my peoples tryin' to reach billboards and new vacations So start hatin' if you wanna, it's nothin' new to us This extra shit they doin' in they pool and it ain't cool to us All them stunts, all them bunts wasn't out the park Fake shit illuminate once we pull it out the dark So keep your mask on, nigga, play your position (Play your position) I brought some famished niggas with me to slay your condition And stop actin' like you niggas came with permission One phone call could have the goonies turn this to some friction [Chorus: Mac Miller] No shots No shots No, no [Verse 4: Choo Jackson] I walk up in this bitch like I'm Kanye on a Friday Then hit the highway, man, you gotta leave your driveway So I'm livin' every moment like it's fuckin' my day And I need me a Beyonce for a fiancé, okay So please, little nigga, learn your lesson Before you count dollars, you gotta count your blessings 2Pac said, "Is there a ghetto in heaven?" 'Cause, nowadays, kids is gettin' fucked by they reverend So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'Cause they'll look at you with some fuckin' misconception Like, "Choo, you do drugs," like, "Choo, you shoot slugs" But nah, Choo really in here with two sluts We up, we in here to move bucks I know niggas with K-K-K's like Ku Klux This ain't no math test, so choose up And if you lookin' for real shit, then choose us, ayy [Verse 5: Murs & Mac Miller] These lightskin girls tryin' to ruin my life 'Cause these straight-legged dudes ain't doin' 'em right Yeah, me, me and my new Crenshaw cutie Pretty in the face, but she need a little booty I got a brown chick who used to sell that white I told her if she go to jail, then she failed at life I met her at Flog Gnaw, don't ask about paid dues I put the west coast on my back, and then I made moves Motherfuckers, they must've forgot Now I'm back to rappin' like I gotta take my spot, haha No shots 'cause I hate gettin' shot at John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through your top hat (No shots) They tried to assassinate the God But motherfucker, Jamla is the squad So what's the odds of you comin' up? Can't fuck with Strange, tuck ya chain if you runnin' up (No shots) Been at it for a decade plus They only on they first tour, I don't respect they bus Lil' motherfuckers thinkin' they next up You can't change these rules, you got the game messed up Such and such just bought a new house Tell that little dude to holler when he twenty years out Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth But he ain't never went gold, what he talkin' about? That SoundScan, it don't make you dope I got underground fans that'll slit your throat Play this for a chick and watch her panties get soaked Now she nine months pregnant off some shit that I wrote Oh, you? You make music for the stupidos Sing a nice hook, but the game need a Rufio And I ain't fuckin with them roofies, bro I just mack and leave that to the susios Dirty, dirty, like my mouth for the south is I wear the same Vans with all of my outfits Strange Music life, yeah, I'm really about this And if you disagree, then put my dick where your mouth is, ha [Chorus: Mac Miller] No shots No shots No, no No shots No shots No, no