Mac Miller - Barz For Dayz lyrics

Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. [x4] Haha, Yo you see they probably wonder why I don't smile Cuz this cats need to get there own style Hold the phone dial I go miles, when I'm sprinting on the beat You get lifted of yo feet When yo spliffin up my trees Quit givin me a speech I really tryna hear this See with these lyrics I'm tryna run fearless We playing games in this jungle, Jumanji With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry Call me an arm free f**ing around I'm putting words in your mind So you in love with the sound They saving my place Tryna shove this food in my face So they force it down my throat Til I'm use to the taste Now move to your place Cuz I'm campin out on top Fresh kicks on my feet While you sititn in some socks Cops tryna get me lock Catch me f**ing with shenanigans But ill just handle them and throw them in the ambulance They want to know what my hands is in Scare me straight Get back b**h I ain't tryna share my plate Whats good fam, I love money, I will marry cake. Get a rich b**h like Ashley and Mary Kate. And I ain't talking about one of them I'm getting both I grab them and get a lo And then take their money and their coats I blow trees, so my mouth is always filled with smoke You sniffin coke Singing but you haven't hit a note Plus that sh** you wrote isn't set to carry a crowd I'm legendary anywhere that I'm out I'm sharing this pound With my people like a how high sequel Told my people need to air out the house So beware of my mouth Spittin venom, coming out the cerebellum With these kicks on my feet, See I told you I was gellin You playin felon You in stealin a penny I put a hole in your belly like you oprah or jenny Lick it, Split it, Twist it, Hit it, Splif it, Pitch it, Roll Anotha. [x4] I sport a long white tee, fitted cap, baggy pants. If you see me be sure to slap my hand Some people do it for the love Some peiple do it cuz they can But me, I'm tryna be legend like Bag a Vance Some rap will make you think While other sh** will make you dance So I bump what ever is in the system Tryin to make some plans I just want to see whats good for the night time IF nothings hype, I'ma head up to crib and write rhymes Age like white wine, nicer by the second, Thats why I never put punctuation on a sentence Cuz the song goes on, here a dope song If they say I wasn't for real, then you was told wrong See you ain't on, what we on You bright, I'm neon I'm smoking up the weed till the tree gone Yeaahh My life is up and down like a sew saw So I stay with a b**h like Leon...Phelps