Mac Miller, Choo Jackson - She Mine lyrics

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)

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 part cake
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up in this butter, yeah, that's parkin'

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)

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
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