Pranks 4 Players (feat. Sir Michael Rocks) (Explicit) - Mac Miller/Sir Michael Rocks

Lyrics by：Malcolm McCormick

Casey Veggies：

We on tour right now

It's Young Veggies right here

You know what I'm sayin'

We in the studio

Yeah

Chi Town

I got my n***as with me

Ah yeah

I got my people with me

Ah yeah

Mac Meezy

My boy

Mikey watchin' this s**t too

You know I'm sayin'

Swag yeah swag swag yeah swag swag yeah swag

Your swag's s**t

Yeah

Mac Miller：

It go rock-a-bye baby

What if I'm f**kin' with my butterfly lady

In the backseat of the 'Cedes or the Saleen

Somethin' that I cop made in the eighties

I've been lost inside this puzzle

Rearrangin' keep on sayin' I'm a godd**n fool

Tell me "Quit playin'" I'm like "No can do"

Been through this bulls**t

Actin' foolish as a dude that's hit with Cupid's doings

Ooh

Music is the key to everything I keep pursuin'

B***hes used to do the friend thing

Now they ask me what I'm doin'

Tryna give me head before the show

Go while I'm interviewin' with a student newspaper

Maybe with the radio

Curb Your Enthusiasm ho the Larry David Show

Was somethin' that we probably watchin' while we be gettin' high

Step aside if anybody think they lookin' fresh as I am

With my Daily Bread hoodie and a floral hat

This s**t these rappers talkin 'bout

I'm gettin' bored of that

Mac Miller/Sir Michael Rocks：

This or that and a wiffle ball bat

Make a million dollars then I give it all back

These rappers talkin' s**t when they s**t is all wack

Ayy

Yeah I said it on wax

Yeah I'm pullin' stars from the sky

Live large get high

Women lie men lie but we always fly

At the end of the movie dubs always cry

Michael

Pullin' stars from the sky

Michael

Live large get high

Sir Michael Rocks：

It's all live baby

Baby

Golded up like Tut it make guys hate me

Uh

But I ain't givin' a f**k I tell 'em "Drive safely"

How dare a man lift his hand at me like I'm gon' flinch

I'm not no b***h

Uh-uh

With the concreature concrete monuments

Monuments

Prolly pack his bag if he tryna trip

Nick Bruno Boldy James kinda s**t

It's like The Godfather y'all gotta honor this

Honor this

Tryna split the money up like communists

Okay

You should shake the person hand that put you on to this

Hold up this the swag you would kill for

Kill for

What the f**k you tryna chill for

Wake up

Are you alive or a stillborn

'Cause you really ain't livin' 'til you get yours

Sky's the limit we could build doors

Open 'em up nothin' gon' be closed I'm sure

Sir Michael Rocks/Mac Miller：

This or that and a wiffle ball bat

Make a million dollars and then give it all back

These rappers talkin' s**t when they s**t be all wack

Yeah I said it on wax

We pullin' stars out the sky

Live large get high

Men lie women lie but we always fly

At the end of the movie dubs always cry

Pullin' stars out the sky

Live large get high ha