Pac Div, Raven Sorvino, Mac Miller - Black Acura lyrics

Show out for the girls and
Get your ass whipped on some 8th grade
Right front of the class shit
You gon' try to test me but I'ma pass it
I'm a motherfuckin' genius and you
In some bad shit
Step 'round a corner with my crewneck on
Hammer can't touch me, man I'm too hands on
I don't know you man
We ain't never been to school together
We ain't ever shared weed
Bitches, or ate food, never!
They say money never sleeps
Gotta have two hustles
Since I'm bagging duffels
I got ashy knuckles
Carry 'em to the bank, now I got big muscles
Man I do my thing, I got fans in Brussels

Y'all think I made it
I'm just gettin' started
Man, I'm just sayin', that shit retarded
Y'all think I made it
I'm just gettin' started
Man, I'm just sayin', that shit retarded

I just got excited, man I almost farted
That's too much information, my bad
I'm sorry
We got syndication, our shit go hardest
And that's why she choose and
That's why you lose, my nigga you garbage
Not to be harsh but fuck it
Your bitches look parched and busted
And I bet that you be carpet munching
That shit that we spark be skunking
That Pepé Le Pew and you know
We be repping the crew
Pac Div, you second to who? Man
Ain't nobody be checking for you
Must we remind again? Must you rewind again?
I'm off three Heinekens
And this shit is effortless too
I done stepped on your shoes
And spit in your face
Disrespected yo' bitch in your place
You still want a autograph? Gimme a break
I'm sick and disgraced
These niggas is fake, bitches is fake
Man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head
To get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
Need evidence, been repping it
Ever since bitch!

Y'all think I made it
I'm just gettin' started
Man, I'm just sayin', that shit retarded
(Shit retarded) y'all think I made it
I'm just gettin' started (Gettin' started)
Man, I'm just sayin', that shit retarded
(Started, started ayy, yeah)

We overfaded in the function
And we getting started
Shit, a nigga blew three blunts
'fore we finished parking
That OG make a nerd broad get retarded
A pretty bitch's dream
A freaky bitch's Mr marcus
Popping up for that revenue
Standing tall like I'm 7'2"
You ain't cut from that same cloth
Hell nah we ain't gettin' no checks with you
No, you can't get no checks with me
Man, get these niggas from next to me
Backstage drinking up the Yac
Nigga you ain't get no text from me
Shit pull up, I can pump your brakes
That's dopeboy shit we pumping base
Flex so hard my muscles ache
Stack that bread then tuck the safe
If it's game day, I
Quarterback, that's on me, them boys is back
All I know is that fly shit
Got pimp game on my boarding pass

Fuck what you talking 'bout, I be making G's
Posted up in the parking lot
Dangling my keys
Fuck what you talking 'bout, I was overseas
Posted up, Polo down
Catch me dangling my keys

If you try
You'll find I'm rhyming in some Iversons
In the ocean, riding dolphins
Grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see y'all
Finally making paper legal
Bitch, I'm flyer than a seagull
Fresh as fuck, that's my default
I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats
Why you talking little homie
Go and run a lap
Fuck that shit, I been ether
Have these bitches running like a gym teacher
So you can go and do a hundred drills
Twenty years old with a couple mill
It's nothing, I'ma go for more
Just became a wizard, bitch I'm Okafor
Same shit you been told before
These some raps out the
Fucking baking soda drawer
Yeah, I spit that crack, bitch mac Div, uh