Femme Fatale Freestyle Mac Miller

[Intro]
Hey, hey, uh

[Verse]
Ayo, I remember back then when a meal was a Lunchable
Equipped with some uncrustables, and hats were adjustable
Doin' what I love to do, music, I'm in love with you
Nothin' new, hustle move, tryna make a buck or two
I grab a ho off the list, got a bunch to choose
They just some fuckables, but some really in love with you
Blowin' up my phone, why you buggin', boo?
Just wait at home, I'ma come to you
'Cause it's work now, pleasure after
This the only thing that matters, clever rappers' heads will shatter
Guaranteed, I want it badder than anyone
Doin' it, movin' it with a purpose here
This my muhfuckin' year, that's for certain, yeah
If you doubtin', boy, I'm finna blow
And, if you didn't, now you finna know
Iller flow, rockin' Levi's, sittin' low, sippin' somethin' with your ho
Hittin' on her tippy toes, have her singin' opera
High notes, Figaro
Drunk as hell off this liquor, but I'm in control
So, to my opponents: How you wanna do this?
Blood, sweat and tears in this music, I've been through this
No Jay-Z workin' on these blueprints
Tryna get my shit together, gettin' too rich
And these haters in my ear like a Q-tip
The sound of pennies on the ground, call The Cool Kids
Ayo, my music got a substance like a drug do
Chemical reaction, speakers kickin' like kung fu
So what you up to? Just kick it with the kid
Turn your system up and come and kick it with the kid, ayy