Black Acura Lyrics - Gmb [deluxe Edition] - Pac Div

Featuring Mac Miller 

Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped 

On some 8th grade, right in front of the class shit 

You gon' try to test me but I'mma pass it 

I'm a motherfuckin' genius and you in some bad shit 

Step 'round a corner with my crewneck on 

Hammer can't touch me, man I'm too hands on 

I don't know you man, we ain't never been to school together 

We ain't ever shared weed, bitches, or ate food, never! 

They say money never sleeps, gotta have two hustles 

Since I'm bagging duffles, I got ashy knuckles 

Carry 'em to the bank, now I got big muscles 

Man I do my thing, I got fans in Brussels 

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started 

Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded 

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started 

Man I'm just saying, y'all shit retarded 

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(I just got excited, man I almost farted 

That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry 

We got syndication, our shit go hardest) 

And that's why she chose and that's why you losing, my nigga you garbage 

Not to be harsh but fuck it, your bitches look parched and busted 

And I bet that you be carpet munching, that shit we spark be skunking 

That Pepé Le Pew and you know we be repping the crew 

Pac Div, you second to who? Maaaaan, ain't nobody be checking for you 

Must we remind again, must you rewind again 

I'm off three Heinekens, and this shit is effortless too 

I done stepped on your shoes and spit in your face 

Disrespected yo bitch in your place 

You still want a autograph? Gimme a break, I'm sick and disgraced 

These niggas is fake, bitches is fake, man shit is just fake 

I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way 

Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this 

Need evidence, been repping it, ever since... bitch! 

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Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started 

Man I'm just saying, that shit retarded 

Y'all think I made it, I'm just getting started 

Man I'm just saying, y'all shit retarded 

We overfaded in the function and we getting started 

Shit, a nigga blew three blunts 'fore we finished parking 

That OG make a nerd broad get retarded 

A pretty bitch's dream, a freaky bitch's Mr. Marcus 

Popping up for that revenue, standing tall like I'm 7'2" 

You ain't cut from that same cloth, hell nah we ain't gettin' no checks with you 

No you can't get no checks with me, get these niggas from next to me 

Backstage drinking up the Yac, nigga you ain't get no text from me 

Shit pull up, I can pump your brakes, that's dopeboy shit we pumping base 

Flex so hard my muscles ache, stack that bread then tuck the safe 

If it's game day, I quarterback, that's on me, them boys is back 

All I know is that fly shit, got pimp game on my boarding pass 

Fuck what you talking 'bout, I be making G's 

Posted up in the parking lot, dangling my keys 

Fuck what you talking 'bout, I was overseas 

Posted up, Polo down, catch me dangling my keys 

If you try, you'll find I'm rhyming in some Iversons 

In the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin 

Uh, yea bitch I'm ten feet tall 

Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls 

The money in the way, I don't see y'all 

Finally making paper legal 

Bitch I'm flyer than a seagull 

Fresh as fuck, that's by default 

I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats 

Why you talking little homie, go and run a lap 

Fuck that shit, I been ether 

Have these bitches running like a gym teacher 

So you can go and do a hundred drills 

Twenty years old with a couple mill 

It's nothing, I'mma go for me 

Just became a wizard, bitch I'm Okafor 

Same shit you been told before 

These some raps out the fucking baking soda drawer 

Yea I spit that crack bitch 

Mac Div