Black Acura (Explicit) - Pac Div

Show out for the girls and get your a** whipped

On some 8th grade right in front of the class sh*t

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

I'm a motherf**kin' genius and you in some bad sh*t

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 w**d b**ches 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 sh*t retarded

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

Man I'm just saying y'all sh*t retarded

I just got excited man I almost farted

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

We got syndication our sh*t go hardest

And that's why she chose and that's why you losing

My ni**a you garbage

Not to be harsh but f**k it your b**ches look parched and busted

And I bet that you be carpet munching

That sh*t 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 sh*t is effortless too

I done stepped on your shoes and spit in your face

Disrespected yo b**ch in your place

You still want a autograph Gimme a break

I'm sick and disgraced

These niggas is fake b**ches is fake man sh*t 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 b**ch

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

Man I'm just saying that sh*t retarded

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

Man I'm just saying y'all sh*t retarded

We overfaded in the function and we getting started

Sh*t a ni**a blew three blunts 'fore we finished parking

That OG make a nerd broad get retarded

A pretty b**ch's dream a freaky b**ch'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

Ni**a you ain't get no text from me

Sh*t pull up I can pump your brakes

That's dopeboy sh*t 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 sh*t got pimp game on my boarding pass

F**k what you talking 'bout I be making G's

Posted up in the parking lot dangling my keys

F**k 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 b**ch 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

B**ch I'm flyer than a seagull

Fresh as f**k that's by default

I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats

Why you talking little homie go and run a lap

F**k that sh*t I been ether

Have these b**ches 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 b**ch I'm Okafor

Same sh*t you been told before

These some raps out the f**king baking soda drawer

Yea I spit that crack b**ch

Mac Div