Miley Cyrus Mac Miller

[Intro]
Haha (I got it)
I couldn't help it
I love this song
Ayo, TreeJay

[Verse 1]
Uh, look
Got a sack and a pack of cigarillos (Uh-huh)
Ready to crack it, put some hash up in the middle
Blow, gone, lights out like padiddle
Rhymes like Busta, jazzy like fizzle (What?)
Mac Mizzle, your girl probably heard of me
My spit game real tight like a virgin be
Currency keep my paper runnin' like a gerbil feet
I'm sprintin' on the wheel 'til it hurts to breathe
And girl, me and you is like the birds and bees
When the weed stay burnin' to the third degree
I'm high, fly, got your girl smitten
She keep comin' back, call her badminton
Uh, pullin' petals off your flowers
You can get shagged like Austin Powers (Haha)

[Chorus]
So I pick my L up
This is that bomb, and I'm tryna get high today (Today)
Hittin' on my weed like
Blowin' out the smoke like
Yeah, I pick my L up
This is that bomb (Yeah), and I'm tryna get high today (Mac Miller)
Hittin' on my weed like
Ooh, I got a bunch of haze (Uh, look)