Guild (Instrumental) feat. Mac Miller

歌詞

Said this a hit of liquid heroin Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin 'Til one of us leave in an ambulance Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes You ain't gon' live till you die Intelligent bitch on my side She bitching, I'm spitting habitual lies I hit her up when my jet land Got a swisher tucked in my headband Front page news, I'm young Jesus Eating bagels with no cable on, Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on, I hope that Basedgod hears my prayers One day you're here, the next day you're gone So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn Some dope rap on your ho ass, Tony Womack Don't hold back, or feed your girl Cognac, Meet a bitch, sleepin' with her, feverish, keep a chick, Met her off Twitter even Schindler keeps a list, Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker I could pull your bitch with a whisper and diss her, Dumbass ho She only dumb cause she love that though Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz I hit her up, she come through and watch Adjustment Bureau Moms love me cause I'm so commercial I fuck 'em raw cause I know they fertile In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece Hotel lobbies playing Fur Elise I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me I said Josh's beard is like Paul Revere When he walk in the room it's like God is here I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomahawks At civilians... I'm chillin' I'm on the monitor nigga She taking it like a champ And I'm proud of her nigga I'm on the couch where that loud is burning I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you" Cause I don't, never love a ho But we could play doctor, ma Open wide for the thermometer Your cow girl's crotch riding With a clean, faded fro, lopsided Tell the label that I want a white driver And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga Bold ass little fuckin' low class villain Whole van tinted, nope can't kill him It's the Trashwang nigga, that's what's up Half pint of hope in that plastic cup Real nigga from the start till the casket shut Present his own case as a basket one Present-day based nigga, smack the judge Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin' Slide in the safe, take the cash and run Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust Pipe only spirit that I hold in the dark It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws Living like it's '62 Spit and grip my genitals My bitch to split the swisher My niggas split the residuals Aye, marijuana fields Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop Errand run and kill cop Niggas know I feel not For 'em, stop bitching Stare and get that grill knocked Open Aye, marijuana fields Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop Errand run and kill cop Niggas know I feel not For 'em, stop bitching Stare and get that grill knocked Open