Slapboxin Mac Miller (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Mac Miller]
Ugh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head
Bitch with me drop-dead gorgeous, plus she well read
I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight
I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight
Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on Poltergeist
Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced
I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right
My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip his shirt
On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berserk
You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your cryin', get to work
I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up
My shit addin' up, rackin' up a plaque a month
And that loud-ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk
That vibration on your body, now that's a bump
You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front
You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
I came through stuntin', you came in buggin'
I came in real, you came through frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doin' nothin' (Nothin')
All that money don't make you nothin'
I came through stuntin', you came in buggin'
I came through real, and you came in frontin'
You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doin' nothin' (Nothin')
And all that money don't make you nothin'