Black Acura

Featuring Mac Miller
 Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped
 On some 8th grade, right in front of the class shit
 You gon' try to test me but I'mma 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 duffles, 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 getting started
 Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded
 Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started
 Man I'm just saying, y'all 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 chose and that's why you losing, 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 we spark be skunking
 That Pepé Le Pew and you know we be repping the crew
 Pac Div, you second to who? Maaaaan, 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 getting started
 Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded
 Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started
 Man I'm just saying, y'all shit retarded
 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, 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, yea 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 by 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'mma go for me
 Just became a wizard, bitch I'm Okafor
 Same shit you been told before
 These some raps out the fucking baking soda drawer
 Yea I spit that crack bitch
 Mac Div