Guild (feat. Mac Miller)

Uh, 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 'til you die

Intelligent bitch on my side

She bitching, I'm spitting habitual lies

I hit her up when my jet land (call her)

Got a Swisher tucked in my headband (baller)

Front page news, I'm young Jesus

Eating bagels with no cable on (let's go)

Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on (okay)

I hope the Based God hears my prayers (pray)

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 hoe ass, Tony Womack

Don't hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac (woah)

Meet a bitch, sleepin' wit' her, feverish, diva chick

Met her off Twitter, even Schindler keep a list (okay)

Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker (uh-huh)

I could pull your bitch with a whisper (uh-huh) then diss her (woah)

Dumbass hoe (hoe)

She only dumb 'cause she love that dough (okay)

Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz

Hit her up, she come through, watch Adjustment Bureau (that's a good movie)

Moms love me 'cause I'm so commercial ('mercial)

I fuck 'em raw 'cause I know they fertile (fertile)

In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece (fleece)

Hotel lobbies playin' Für Elise (yeah)

I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules

Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me (ow)

Said Josh 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', yeah

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 hoe

But we could play doctor, ma

Open wide for the thermometer

Your cowgirl is crotch riding (nigga)

With a clean, faded fro, lopsided (uh)

Tell the label that I want a white driver (uh)

And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga (nigga)

Bold-ass little fuckin' low-class villian (willain)

Whole van tinted (tinted), nope, can't kill him (no)

It's the Trashwang nigga (nigga), that's what's up (nigga)

Half pint of hope in that plastic cup (come on)

Real nigga from the start 'til the casket shut (uh)

Present his own case, he's a basket one (one)

Present-day based nigga, smack the judge (judge)

Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts

While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin' (uh)

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 (dog)

Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust

Pipe, only spirit that I hold menthol (uh)

It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws

Living like it's '62 (uh)

Spit and grip my genitals (uh)

My bitch just split the Swisher

My niggas split the residuals

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Aye, it's 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, bruh

Stare and get that grill knocked open

Aye, it's 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, bruh

Stare and get that grill knocked open (nigga)