Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rated R, Beedie & The Hues Corporation] Baby, baby, baby How I wish (How I wish) we could do it all again (Still blowin' that smoke) Ayo, Osk, you know we gotta do one for the ladies It ain't the typical shit though (What?) The one's for the ladies Let me show 'em how we goin' through this one (Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape) Check it, y'all [Verse 1: Beedie] How the kid do, withdrew some cash, then I slid through (Cha-ching) Lookin' for some ass fast, grab a tissue I know this shit can get sticky, I ain't stuck on honey 'Cause I'm a playboy, me and shorty fuck like bunnies I'm like, "Dammit, this chick's fly (Woo) I wanna slide through your thick thighs Baby, is you down for the dick-ride? (Yeah) Well, if you are, you can hop in my car I sweet-talk to you, baby, I don't talk to you hard And then my eyes, bitch, you are who you are, so I ain't gotta tell Have you straight screamin' out my name, shit gets hot as hell" (Haha) She got a glimpse, now she beggin' for more And I'ma give it to her 'cause I'm always ready to score (I'm ready) It's all the shit you wish you had, holla at them bitches there (Yeah) I got a girl to suck my dick like I'm a millionaire Plus I got a couple hoes on call that go down hard And suck my shit up good, don't you slow down, no [Interlude: Beedie] Shit is crazy (Hahaha) Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, them cowards is lazy Fuck you think you offendin' with that shit? Ayo, Mac, tell these motherfuckers to stand back 'Fore I crack they nuggets open, have blood all over the place, motherfucker So what you—what you wan' do? [Verse 2: EZ Mac] I do my girl like some bomb That one-hitter-quitter, then I'm gone (And I'm gone) See, shorty lookin' right, sittin' on the couch Then she give me brains 'til there's no feelin' in her mouth (Yeah) 'Cause y'all pussy like some feline, feminine cats (Uh-huh) Need some real when you spittin' on your estrogen rap (Haha, pussy) See, me and Beedie ain't fuckin' with y'all (Nah) We'd rather let these razor blades cut through our jaws See, we run through the mall, buyin' everything in it L rolled behind my ear, pickin' up some fine women (What it do?) Bitch, eat your spinach, y'all chicken like Popeye Rotisserie, muhfuckers just not fly (Nuh-uh) I'ma call you Ostrich, runnin' around Forgot that hip-hop started out under the ground Now you dumb it down for the circus runnin' ya town (What up?) Man, I think I've just about enough from you clowns (Get the fuck out of here) Now I'm a dog taken straight from the pound On that Cali weed while you bitches stay blazin' the brown (Get your weed up, muhfuckers) [Interlude: Beedie] Yo, step your whole game up, matter fact (Woah) Y'all some weak, pussy motherfuckers (True) And I ain't with it (True) Switch ya style up (True), quit copyin' my shit Check it, it's like [Verse 3: Beedie] I feel like I'm standin' on the tip of my toes Spittin' my flows, makin' motherfuckers switch up they roles 'Cause you gon' have to step your game up (What?) Homie, change up Every time you spittin' lines, comin' with the same stuff You ain't tough, I'ma show the bitch [?] (Uh-huh) I came from hand-me-downs, now look what I'm slippin' into (What?) It's fresh clothes, yes, hoes, Beedie back on the grind If somebody ain't with it, send 'em to the back of the line And ya done, haha [Verse 4: EZ Mac] And now ya stuck tryna make it up (What?) So prepare for the heat when the flame erupts (Yep) Have you twitchin' like you hittin' on some angel dust (Haha) No one gives a fuck about you, we hate ya guts (Bitch) Plus, it ain't rough when I'm kickin' a free That cat Mac name begins with a E, to the Z (Z) From the home of the free, the land of the brave I turn MC's into singin' Danity Kane, bitches (Haha, yeah) [Outro: Mac Miller & Beedie] Fuck y'all, muhfuckers It's The Ill Spoken, time y'all lil' bitch-ass muhfuckers st— Yo, I don't think they even motherfuckin'—