[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Franchise]
Uh, and we rappin' like, "Damn, that's the jam"
Bunch of homies with a L lit packed in the van (Packed in the van)
We 'bout to go to war like Iraq and Iran (Yup)
They see Mac, then they slappin' his hand (What's good?)
Pittsburgh spliff herb, twistin' up a Swisher
Dinner with a ho, then dessert (Dessert)
Takin' off that bitch shirt (Shirt), I'm a natural playa, uh
Spit crack, leave 'em itchin' like eczema
Made a kid bless this, packed to the exit (Exit)
Lookin' for the next bitch I'ma have some sex with (Ho)
Yes, shit is real, only rap I feel
Like when Gang Starr was all about the mass appeal (Uh-huh)
About the music, not the deal, spittin' out the pay (Pay)
Which came first, kid, the chicken or the egg? (Egg)
I look around the spot for a bitch I'm gon' lay (Gon' lay)
Her boyfriend sees me and he quick to run away (Pussy)
Save your shit for another day, fuck what your mother say (Mother say)
Rollin' that fat double Dutch with haze, somethin' blaze (Uh-huh)
Josh, Fran, Tip be the sickest on the planet (Chyeah)
And my money chubby like Mantis (Haha)
Fuck, stop the panic, it's all gon' by alright (Alright, Mac)
Ayo, Fran, get on the mic (A'ight, let's go)
[Verse 2: Franchise]
Bring it in so I'm crystal-clear to these niggas (Hm)
Make this picture-perfect when I rip and tear through these spittas
Kill the bassline, glide over the track, Neo smooth (Ooh)
Sewin' my own words, the vocals could make [?] (Uh-huh)
Let's come up on this money, get blunted, take over (Let's get it)
Go-getters comin' for bread, that's who you rollin' with (Yessir)
We keep the ball, smashin' 'em (Uh-huh), exotic whips, passin' em (Uh)
Try clippin' this money, your bra get Kardashian'd (Uh)
Did I mention we livin' the life of superstars? (Fa' sho')
We're the rap game version of Brady, Morris and Moss (Yeah)
Keep a potent sack with the piff in them
While you blowin' cuts with twenty-five sticks and stems (Garbage)
So what you flowin' on the Reggie Bush, I'm floatin' off the cherry kush (Uh)
Levitatin' to another planet, eyes heavy
This is the showdown, so let 'em know it goes down (What else?)
Hold down whatever my territory, the whole county
Uh, and we rappin' like, "Damn, that's the jam"
Bunch of homies with a L lit packed in the van (Packed in the van)
We 'bout to go to war like Iraq and Iran (Yup)
They see Mac, then they slappin' his hand (What's good?)
Pittsburgh spliff herb, twistin' up a Swisher
Dinner with a ho, then dessert (Dessert)
Takin' off that bitch shirt (Shirt), I'm a natural playa, uh
Spit crack, leave 'em itchin' like eczema
Made a kid bless this, packed to the exit (Exit)
Lookin' for the next bitch I'ma have some sex with (Ho)
Yes, shit is real, only rap I feel
Like when Gang Starr was all about the mass appeal (Uh-huh)
About the music, not the deal, spittin' out the pay (Pay)
Which came first, kid, the chicken or the egg? (Egg)
I look around the spot for a bitch I'm gon' lay (Gon' lay)
Her boyfriend sees me and he quick to run away (Pussy)
Save your shit for another day, fuck what your mother say (Mother say)
Rollin' that fat double Dutch with haze, somethin' blaze (Uh-huh)
Josh, Fran, Tip be the sickest on the planet (Chyeah)
And my money chubby like Mantis (Haha)
Fuck, stop the panic, it's all gon' by alright (Alright, Mac)
Ayo, Fran, get on the mic (A'ight, let's go)
[Verse 2: Franchise]
Bring it in so I'm crystal-clear to these niggas (Hm)
Make this picture-perfect when I rip and tear through these spittas
Kill the bassline, glide over the track, Neo smooth (Ooh)
Sewin' my own words, the vocals could make [?] (Uh-huh)
Let's come up on this money, get blunted, take over (Let's get it)
Go-getters comin' for bread, that's who you rollin' with (Yessir)
We keep the ball, smashin' 'em (Uh-huh), exotic whips, passin' em (Uh)
Try clippin' this money, your bra get Kardashian'd (Uh)
Did I mention we livin' the life of superstars? (Fa' sho')
We're the rap game version of Brady, Morris and Moss (Yeah)
Keep a potent sack with the piff in them
While you blowin' cuts with twenty-five sticks and stems (Garbage)
So what you flowin' on the Reggie Bush, I'm floatin' off the cherry kush (Uh)
Levitatin' to another planet, eyes heavy
This is the showdown, so let 'em know it goes down (What else?)
Hold down whatever my territory, the whole county
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