She Mine

[Chorus: Choo Jackson]

I witness highs, I win the low (Ayy, ayy)

One thing you know, I got the glow (Ayy, ayy)

Can't trap the mind, now nigga, you know (Ayy, ayy)

Oh, that's your ho, but yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy, uh, go)

[Verse 1: Choo Jackson]

Oh Lord, please don't talk about my penmanship

We can talk about all the things that I did this year

I'm a wrestler, might hit you with the finisher

Tried to take my style, take it back, give it here

Little nigga, don't you ever try to tell me I ain't ready

Did you see my damn wrist? Pissed on R. Kelly

And a bad bitch here, put the dick up in her belly

And I'm walkin' round town, grill on like I'm Nelly (Coco)

Oh yeah, I can make it come down like confetti

No sense in gettin' mad 'cause you peanut butter jealous

Put a ho on a flight, I'ma send her straight to Dallas

If she disrespect me, I'ma cut her like a mullet, ayy (Cut her off)

Remember, got a crown and it's all day (All day)

And we run the town, what ya gon' say? (Gon' say)

Car lookin' butter, yeah, that's Parkay (Skrrt, skrrt)

Pull up in this butter, yeah, that's parkin'

[Chorus: Choo Jackson]

I witness highs, I win the low (Ayy, ayy)

One thing you know, I got the glow (Ayy, ayy)

Can't trap the mind, now nigga, you know (Ayy, ayy)

Oh, that's your ho, but yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Oh yeah, she mine, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Yeah

Hear the flow takin' off like all her clothes before we fuck

Eyes have opened up like Folgers caps

I woke up, found the dope and rolled a blunt

Ain't sober much, I'm stoned as fuck

Smokin' drugs so blunted, the flow cold-blooded

But I know what it's like, broke, no money

No hundreds, no twenties, low budget, so hungry

You don't wanna be a nobody

Okay, most of the time, my head is close to the line

Of blowin' up, like shakin' up soda

Fall into a coma on the sofa

Rise from the sun, throw up and roll okra

Yessir, when the goin' get tough, guess what?

You fold up like yoga, well, you know, uh

Boss, you know that don't ya? Yoda

Work on the road, you drove a Toyota Corolla

And you stay below the, speed limit, yeah

Geniuses

I'm on the Beatle shit, "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da"

Go to Boca Raton, Florida

Slow up, why don't ya?

Lay low, stay close to the ground, king cobra

Boa constricted, restrictions

Tryin' to get quicker with decisions

Why do I need to get lifted?

I'm too unstable, keep your distance, yeah

Yeah, they say, "Why don't ya grow up, what's the hold up?

We know you're faded

Show up late with no idea what the fuck you're doin' here" (Okay)

"Do you have a license to drive that vessel?" (Skrrt)

"Do you have the paperwork to drive that vessel?" (Skrrt)

"Yeah, you walk around like you're clueless

Your head is in the clouds, you actin' stupid"

I got nothin' to do with this bullshit

[Outro: Mac Miller]

Yeah, okay

You drivin' slower

You smell the weed smoke aroma when I'm comin' over

It's fuckin' seven in the mornin'

Time to go the fuck home and

Go to sleep, maybe make some food