Big Jerm - Foolin' Around lyrics

Ay yo Jerm, Banger [Hook X2] Rdin' round, tryna get this money right Cause life's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin' around [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I'm just foolin' around, comin' new with the sound I give you music that pounds, start movin' the ground I'm a wildfire, y'all just burnin' slow Got that Midas touch with it how it turn to gold You gotta earn your own chips, never lose focus Bang it til your ears goin' deaf like Moses I'm on vibrate, buzzin' all crazy Haters gettin' mad cause I'm f**in' all they ladies I stay skeed, smoke until I can't see Takin' pictures with the hater like say cheese Yeah I'm kinda young, weavin' where the vinyl's spun But no practice here so call me Iverson But I'mma be ready when the finals come Said I'mma be ready when my time'll come Gimme brain get inside they mind Go to sleep, wake up now it's rise and grind (Oh, ay yo Jerm, tryin'a tell 'em man Let's get it, what) [Hook X2] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Alright, look at when I come around and spit that flow 3 in a row, no Tic-tac-toe, hit that Dro, get so blowed Hold up and spit that slow, oo I'm high (who done jump) Ya'll hatin', you gon' stop, I'm comin' to your block Still hear my music knock Gon' take this to the top, I want the top spot Spittin' them pop rocks, the human talk box I'm top notch and you ain't got a fan yet Watch me blow they minds with some bars, call me Xanax I ain't even goin' hard, told you my flow is sharp And when the Dro is sparked, sittin' back Rosa Parks Don't call me lazy, I ain't just some bum kid But I can bust wigs with every single drum kit I like to joke a lot, I'm....... I'm not My moms is walkin' in the room "like are you smokin' pot?" Blow the smoke out like yes I am So can I mothaf**in' kick this? yes you can [Hook X2]