Mac Miller, Schoolboy Q - Gees lyrics

[Mac Miller, Schoolboy Q - Gees lyrics]

Ugh, ign'ant-ass white kid (White kid)
But I'm still bicycling and recycling
('Cyling)
And I'm still eating gummy bear vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin
Huffing 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
Coming up with all the coldest shit
Take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while sedated god shit
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"
Ugh, 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

Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees, woah

Ugh, still fucking 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 are 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)

Suck my dick before I slap you with it gees
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees

(Ugh, Black James Bond and a white Shaft
Yeah) 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 (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 getting 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

Figg Side!
Suck my dick before I slap you with it
(Ou-ou! yeah)

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