Get It On The Floor lyrics - Mac Miller

Y'all ain't doin' jack shit, just a buncha has beens

What the fuck happened? why you stop rappin?

Huh?

I'm the future, tryna ball like a hoopa

Attack a beat like a cougar, rouga [?]

Who da... dude that wanna come and talk shit

I'm so fly, high up in my cock pit

The tapes comin' boy wait until I drop it

It's some hot shit I know you gon cop it

It's like tha carter 3 mixed with da chronic (classic)

Plus some big l and nas hits

I tell em watch this, start spittin out rockets

Light a beat up like some fiber optics

Pause... you ain't seen this yet kid

Ressurectin this dmx diff

On tracks I be doin them bmx flips

Sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch

Big like texas don't mess with tha freshest

Yeah I spin electric my set is the best

In the PA, country, continent, the world

Cryin lil bitches I ain't startin with u girls

It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back

Dumb raps and my lungs is black

Uhh yeah it's mac, say it again

Chest collapse when you takin it in

I'm playin to win spittin it right

We just a couple a kids livin the life

And I'm stayin sharp like the end of a knife

And ya girl come to me cause u ain't hittin it right

Haha ay yo that's how it go down, don't even need a hook for this shit know what I'm sayin?

I'm just keep on spittin let this camera keep rollin' and shit

Lesson, if you wanna play with da kid

See don't come bull shittin sayin you spit

Say you, up and comin but just buggin

I don't rap for the stacks I rap cause I rap

And mac be the cat with the haze and the dro

Games for the doe I'm the next up to blow

Stretchin the flows I'm that all white

Yeahh

And spark mic's like a shark bite

You as bright, bout as bright as a car light

Hahaa

And you ain't tight you just all right

I'm as nice as a calm night

Chillin with some broads bout as raw as a bar fight

Cannon on me any more the base bumpin through tha floor

Make veterans feel like they ain't did it before

I'm a black belt bitch get ya ass kicked

My weed bomb you could smell it through the plastic

Take a whiff, please all ya senses

In this rap shit they call me God's apprentice 'cause

They say the kid got the hardest sentence

Feelin like a pitch from Roger Clemens.

That's how it go down

You know how it is all day

Mac miller, easy mac the juke box.

Play any beat muhh fucker, I'm a murder it

Career criminal

Serial killer.