Song | Gees |
Artist | ScHoolboy Q |
Artist | Mac Miller |
Album | The Fraternity |
[00:00.82] | |
[00:01.27] | Uh, ignorant-ass white kid |
[00:02.66] | But I'm still bicycling and recycling |
[00:05.22] | And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins |
[00:07.62] | All my ******* taking Vicodin, |
[00:09.06] | Huffing nitrogen |
[00:10.26] | Hyper than Williams, |
[00:11.40] | Middle son, since I was |
[00:12.76] | A little one, |
[00:13.56] | Moms had to put me on the Ritalin |
[00:15.15] | Made a swisher run, |
[00:16.31] | Crack the 40 then I lit a blunt |
[00:17.87] | Told Chuck I had a couple raps, |
[00:19.46] | So we kicked the drums |
[00:20.54] | All the best rappers are usually dead |
[00:22.94] | But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet |
[00:25.33] | In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads |
[00:28.38] | Coming up with all the coldest *******t, |
[00:29.63] | Take your Sudafed |
[00:31.48] | Contagious, speaking while sedated |
[00:33.22] | God *******t, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible |
[00:36.23] | I ain't got nothing left in my will |
[00:38.12] | 'cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine still |
[00:41.02] | I need some backpack cast raps |
[00:43.73] | Took a break just to kill the game half-ass |
[00:46.01] | Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap |
[00:48.45] | Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags |
[00:51.05] | Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic |
[00:53.29] | Your ******* don't want my *******, |
[00:54.57] | Then she has to be a dyke |
[00:55.92] | Slap her but she like it, tell me, |
[00:57.77] | "Master, feed me pipe" |
[00:58.68] | I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type |
[01:01.17] | *******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees) |
[01:05.68] | *******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees) |
[01:10.55] | Still ******* with these hoes, though |
[01:14.36] | Bozo on these doppelganger Jojos |
[01:16.55] | Take a ******* to Soho for some Froyo |
[01:18.95] | Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo |
[01:21.65] | And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc |
[01:24.59] | Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk |
[01:26.84] | No joke, most ****, you just bowl smoke |
[01:29.32] | How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float? |
[01:31.76] | Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more" |
[01:34.06] | I'm a highly difficult ropes course |
[01:36.71] | Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse |
[01:39.06] | Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche |
[01:41.75] | Who you kidding? Your flow's warshed |
[01:44.30] | I ain't from the street |
[01:45.86] | But I'll grill you from the porch |
[01:46.86] | I been had hoes, I play sports |
[01:49.45] | Her ass out the bottom of her shorts |
[01:52.50] | *******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees) |
[01:55.66] | *******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees) |
[02:01.51] | Black James Bond and a white Shaft |
[02:03.41] | Turned my daughter to a queen, |
[02:04.37] | Turned a dollar to a dream |
[02:05.42] | Flashy as high beams, smoking on good ******* |
[02:07.47] | Something from kush seeds, |
[02:08.87] | The only strand to smoke for us OG's |
[02:10.71] | I'm rich - car service, no car keys |
[02:12.46] | First class flight, but the last one new, ******* |
[02:15.31] | She ******* me and swallowed every homie I came with |
[02:17.75] | MCM bag and *******, bet some ******* in it |
[02:20.31] | 200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living |
[02:22.81] | Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, |
[02:24.57] | How real is that? |
[02:25.62] | I'm getting money, rub my tummy, |
[02:26.79] | That's my baller sack |
[02:27.74] | Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case |
[02:30.59] | *******-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight |
[02:33.39] | Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states |
[02:35.55] | Gon' name my next tour Million-Man March |
[02:38.19] | Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf |
[02:41.12] | She gave me head, |
[02:41.97] | My nuts touched her cross, boss, Figg Side |
[02:43.86] | *******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it |
[02:49.00] |
[00:00.82] | |
[00:01.27] | Uh, ignorantass white kid |
[00:02.66] | But I' m still bicycling and recycling |
[00:05.22] | And I' m still eating Gummy Bear vitamins |
[00:07.62] | All my taking Vicodin, |
[00:09.06] | Huffing nitrogen |
[00:10.26] | Hyper than Williams, |
[00:11.40] | Middle son, since I was |
[00:12.76] | A little one, |
[00:13.56] | Moms had to put me on the Ritalin |
[00:15.15] | Made a swisher run, |
[00:16.31] | Crack the 40 then I lit a blunt |
[00:17.87] | Told Chuck I had a couple raps, |
[00:19.46] | So we kicked the drums |
[00:20.54] | All the best rappers are usually dead |
[00:22.94] | But I' m the poison that left a widow Juliet |
[00:25.33] | In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads |
[00:28.38] | Coming up with all the coldest t, |
[00:29.63] | Take your Sudafed |
[00:31.48] | Contagious, speaking while sedated |
[00:33.22] | God t, make ' em want to add a couple pages to the Bible |
[00:36.23] | I ain' t got nothing left in my will |
[00:38.12] | ' cept throw it all in the casket, it' s mine still |
[00:41.02] | I need some backpack cast raps |
[00:43.73] | Took a break just to kill the game halfass |
[00:46.01] | Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap |
[00:48.45] | Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags |
[00:51.05] | Act polite, but I' m nasty on the mic |
[00:53.29] | Your don' t want my , |
[00:54.57] | Then she has to be a dyke |
[00:55.92] | Slap her but she like it, tell me, |
[00:57.77] | " Master, feed me pipe" |
[00:58.68] | I' m the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type |
[01:01.17] | , suck my before I slap you with it Gees |
[01:05.68] | , suck my before I slap you with it Gees |
[01:10.55] | Still with these hoes, though |
[01:14.36] | Bozo on these doppelganger Jojos |
[01:16.55] | Take a to Soho for some Froyo |
[01:18.95] | Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo |
[01:21.65] | And now I' m out in Cali like ToneLō c |
[01:24.59] | Young boy, but I' m chilling with some grown folk |
[01:26.84] | No joke, most , you just bowl smoke |
[01:29.32] | How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float? |
[01:31.76] | Hit ' em, hit ' em ' til they tell me " No more" |
[01:34.06] | I' m a highly difficult ropes course |
[01:36.71] | Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse |
[01:39.06] | Say " What' s up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche |
[01:41.75] | Who you kidding? Your flow' s warshed |
[01:44.30] | I ain' t from the street |
[01:45.86] | But I' ll grill you from the porch |
[01:46.86] | I been had hoes, I play sports |
[01:49.45] | Her ass out the bottom of her shorts |
[01:52.50] | , suck my before I slap you with it Gees |
[01:55.66] | , suck my before I slap you with it Gees |
[02:01.51] | Black James Bond and a white Shaft |
[02:03.41] | Turned my daughter to a queen, |
[02:04.37] | Turned a dollar to a dream |
[02:05.42] | Flashy as high beams, smoking on good |
[02:07.47] | Something from kush seeds, |
[02:08.87] | The only strand to smoke for us OG' s |
[02:10.71] | I' m rich car service, no car keys |
[02:12.46] | First class flight, but the last one new, |
[02:15.31] | She me and swallowed every homie I came with |
[02:17.75] | MCM bag and , bet some in it |
[02:20.31] | 200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living |
[02:22.81] | Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, |
[02:24.57] | How real is that? |
[02:25.62] | I' m getting money, rub my tummy, |
[02:26.79] | That' s my baller sack |
[02:27.74] | Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case |
[02:30.59] | ass judge hating on me cause my money straight |
[02:33.39] | Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states |
[02:35.55] | Gon' name my next tour MillionMan March |
[02:38.19] | Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf |
[02:41.12] | She gave me head, |
[02:41.97] | My nuts touched her cross, boss, Figg Side |
[02:43.86] | , suck my before I slap you with it |
[02:49.00] |