Vintage 05

[Intro: Mac Miller] (Rollin' on dubs) Ooh (Rollin’—, rollin' on dubs) Ooh Ladies and gentlemen (Rollin'—, rollin’—, rollin' on dubs) You are about to witness... (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs, rollin' on dubs; chyeah) (Rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) To be honest, I don’t know what the fuck you’re 'bout to witness (Rollin’—, rollin' on dubs) It's gonna be somethin' (Rollin’—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) And I made this beat, bitch This is, um, (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) Start it off (Rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) Bill The Kid [Verse 1: Bill The Kid] Yeah On dreams, every time I come up with a scheme on scene With the green on lean, seems so mean Hoes comin' out the freak bitch, you were watchin' TV I'm just here for my team, ho Got a mazy on my 1950 beam So they know me as the artist with a linе of vintage tees on Weed smoke, peacе, ho, throw does, speakin' numbers Just for weak kids to go home, we don't know you I roll whole foods and blow black owl smoke, I'm on the pound now You prolly think there was a clown, no East side to Cali though, don't get it twisted 'Cause we here loads downtown, ribbons on a zipper hood Crispy old stitchin' vintage, pretty old hippy shit Rather not shop and just go what I'm meant to get For now I'm in the 'Burgh gettin' figures but California dreams, not so far distance here I can't lie, I'd like to earn the black instead of stripes Flippin' big birds on the curb, I can't turn to that I'm in it still, where the air feels great, and I can never complain I got a fam and we make ends Make friends, know it's blood or fuck off the dicks All kicks, not laugh, just all the pics Red shit you can't have, so I'm here with Mac TreeJay's on the track while he roll his pack And I'll never let their backs off Used to hit Mac off with packs just to get him cash, dawg Now we're past grown with antique fabrics on They got me in this booth to spit some lines that hit like Magic on 'em, m-m-motherfucker [Verse 2: Franchise & Mac Miller] Uh (Franchise) Gucci, Gucci, Louie, Louie, Fendi, Fendi, Prada Ain't show up in none of that, but she finna give up that slobba Just a THC fit and some based out Vans (Swag) From the east side of Pittsburgh to Studio City, we jam You can bang it at your man's or bang it out your sedan Steam a Q of piff too, and if it's dro, well, we burn a gram Peanut got some purple, and TreeJay just copped a O of hash We stop smokin' bullshit in '05, let that potent pass Willy Whip$, pass me a couple of that activist, I'm really hit Kickstand status on this flight, snorin' on some silly shit But since I'm on the West, I'm actin' brand new, it's damn true Might have one of Mac's Hollywood honeys see just what Fran do Hit up Demi Lovato, let her hold this dick for a day Me and Sofia Vergara, a pair up while I'm out this way No stuntin', no frontin', we coast to coast, man You ain't gettin' a VIP unless you Most Dope, fam [Verse 3: Willy Whip$ & Mac Miller] (Willy Whip$) My man Billy kinda silly with the zips of the piff If he hand you one off, better give it a wiff Get full off another forty, a bitch The way we ballin' out, you would think that we rich Oh, I see you already know how the Most Dope roll Off a Henny and the O If we blowin' on somethin', best believe it ain't that dro Bitch, suck my dick while I smoke this blunt, I'm gangster [Verse 4: Vinny Radio & Mac Miller] (Vinny Radio) Wanna be part of the team, first compliment the genes This they need noggin mornin' sausage for the team (Bitch) The drop portions, hit the compartment for the greens Doin' donuts inside the apartment of your dreams (Skrrt) So turn around, bitch, make that Tootsie Pop pop Block like a volcano, we be pushin' rocks, hot (Woo) How you pullin' no hoes, and you push a drop-top As your older sister been be gettin' pussy since Osh Kosh? (Yeah) When I'm hoppin' out the coupe with the pipe and the palm Lick my lips, raise my eyebrows, blow a kiss to your moms Ask her, listen, my line up been consistent with charm But those rich bitches ain't got no tricks to get a nigga this bomb So I'm hoppin' off the red-eye, hittin' up your wifey Hoppin' in the brown eye, gotta get my hair fluffed Appointment around 5, Vin' gettin' money Conquerin' the world on my downtime, I'm so about mine [Interlude: Mac Miller & Peanut] (Rollin' on dubs) Yeah, motherfucker (Rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) Yeah, yeah, that's it, you already know (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) A'ight, rollin' on motherfuckin' dubs (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) I'll tell you right now, you not gonna like— (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs, rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) A'ight, Most Dope (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) No photos (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) Please, no photos (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) You about to witness (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) Peanut [Verse 5: Peanut & Mac Miller] K fouled off, stupid, and yo' bitch a groupie (Ooh) And she only wanna fuck me when I do it Then she got blowed and rolled up a dub (Dub) Then I played that weak Madden for a dub (Dub) Give me, uh, some of that Oregon ducky Then you just came through, then wanna fuck me Then you brought that AP through, just dutch me Then I got some nor for the fifty I don't break it down, I roll it up in pods It's Most Dope and strange against all odds Now niggas need pods My bitch light skin like John Stock' Tippy tat on the tippy tae Now your girl wanna call me Pootie Tang And you only smokin' on that pooty face And you only see me with the pretty Kate And I need a wet pussy like a [?] I'ma save a ho with this tazor cape And then I'ma roll strange all day Fresh as fuck, nigga, I'm like a '90s case Off tees, homies, Most Dope and up Don't break it down, just roll it all up in pods Don't break it down, just roll it all up in pods [Interlude: Mac Miller & G-Reg] Yeah Ayo, what's up, Greg? My man Greg right here (Yo, this G-Reg) Yeah, what up, playa? ('Bout to tear this thing up) Go ahead, homie (You ready for me?) Yeah (Let go) Let go (Bro) [Verse 6: G-Reg] First name Greg, don't make me have to smack ya Red cup wit' me drinkin' liquor, throwin' stacks up Mac like Tracy when he played for the Raptors Step outta line, I might slap ya You want a verse? That's fifty grand Pullin' chicks every time I do the titty dance I really am, you just act tough When I bench, I put a rack up [Interlude: Mac Miller] Ayo, Dave I think it's about time you address these people What's goin' on, homie? [Verse 7: Big Homie] I ain't playin' no games, you can miss me with that bullshit Jump the barricade and get dragged into the bull pit LittleDave the Twitter, Big Dave the baes That's about the Most Dope boys gettin' all the change (Cash) Mass respect or my fist make sure your teeth work Stomp your face off, Albert Haynesworth, let 'em squeeze, ho (Automatic) We be crackin' crabs down by the time y'all catchin up Reclinin' in the tally at the spot with my feet up [Verse 8: Q & Mac Miller] (Q) I'm eatin' Roscos, chicken and waffles (Number nine, off top) Go get a job, ho, make me some tacos Carne Asada, shrimp with the lobster ([?] Dave) I'ma pimp with the posture, get bitches like posha Put some piff in the Palmer, I'm rippin' the bong up (Chyeah) She liftin' her thong up, I'm twistin' the strong up Master kush, OG, OG (Yes) Bakin' cookies, real cookies, homie (Chocolate chip) Mom's recipe, shout out to Kim And Mac brought the weed, so shout out to him (That's my homie) [Interlude: Mac Miller] (Rollin' on dubs) A'ight, I'm about to rap (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) I'm a real— I'm— (Rollin'—, Rollin' on dubs) I'm a— I'm an MC, you feel me? (Rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) (To the M, the O, the S, the T) I'm a real MC (Rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) (The D, the O, the P, the E) You know what I'm sayin'? I really take this shit seriously (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) I don't fuck around at all When I spit out these bars, I spit 'em from the heart (Yeah) (Rollin'—, rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) I spit 'em hard (Rollin'—, rollin' on dubs) Let's get it started (Look) [Verse 9: Mac Miller] Back in the day I was Mac with a packet of haze, rap in elaborate ways Bitch get smacked in the face, more ass you can smash, more hash, more cash in the bank (Damn) Azalea or Ashley, pussy juice dri-dri-dri-drip on my khakis, I kicks it with Iraqis Piss in a baggie, then I sell it as gold (Take that) Go to ya kingdom and I'll melt down the throne (Make that) I'm stuck on this dope, yeah-yup, I'm the goat, greatest of all time Watch this beat get fucked in the throat, choke Most Dope, marvelous, arduous I'm the hardest with arsenals of these artists I'm startin' a revolution, shit Bitch got her booty thick, coochie loose Tuna fish groupies want a movie kiss But they just get there uterus torn to shreds (Torn to shreds) Make a billion 'fore I'm dead (Yeah) Hors d'oeuvres gettin' served to me while I'm in bed (Kill 'em) Morning wood, morning head, yeah, it's pretty simple Breakin' up my weed on the Kindle (Smart as fuck) Bitch, I'm smart as trigonometry, S.A.T.s I'm an anomaly, please don't try and get like me, yup (Don't do it) We Most Dope, no photos (No photos) We Most Dope, no photos (No photos), please [Interlude: Mac Miller, TreeJay & The Cigarillos] Yeah, know what I'm about to bring you right now? One of the newest R&B superstars (Roll my weed) Go 'head, Tree (I'ma pop another bean) Yeah, this is TreeJay [Verse 10: TreeJay & The Cigarillos] Sippin' hella lean Got coke by the key (Coke by the key) Purp by the pound Pills that I'm poppin' Molly all around Serve, no problem Xanny 'fore I spit Tree to the sleeves Xanny, Xanny, Xanny Please give me a Xanny I love them drugs in my system (In my system) [Interlude: Mac Miller] No, no, no, he's not done yet The innovative, highly educated, underestimated Said to be the greatest Get 'em [Verse 11: TreeJay & The Cigarillos, Mac Miller] Lean 'n' Ketamine (Whats that?) Yes, Promethazine (Drugs) Coke 'n' estacy (Lot of drugs) Bouta wreck directory (For real, a lot of drugs) Acid and E, that's candy flipping Hallucinating, these shrooms got me trippin' (Trippin') I'm lifted (I'm lifted, I'm lifted) (At the same time) I take Percocets, wait, I'm servin' yams I pop another Roxy, I'm takin' them Oxys You ain't high as Tree, you ain't high as Tree [Interlude: Mac Miller, TreeJay & The Cigarillos] Ladies and gentleman (High as Tree), brace yourselves (You ain't Tree) This is Goldie Glocks [Verse 12: Goldie Glocks & Mac Miller] It's Most Dope, you homos, we blow dough, you nose blow We drive fast, we pull hoes, come kick it, my dojo We do drugs, we drink beer, I need that to think clear I drive drunk to see fear, my dick says, "Come eat here" Your cooch says, "Come skeet here," I love pussy, I need that Your bitch is my weed sack, I always break it down Had a threesome with a minor and a chubby chick Fuck it, though, they love my dick, rubbin' it and huggin' it I one time fucked a bitch and had her squirtin' like a porno flick But little did I know, it wasn't cum, it was a bunch of piss Oh shit, oh shit, no, this ho just didn't pee in my bunk And tinkle on Chris's teams, L-O-L What a smell, go to Hell, and tell the Devil (Oh, shit) "Jimmy needs another day" (Oh, shit) 'Cause I'm a horny motherfucker named James (Oh, shit) Don't forget I'm gettin' drunk and beatin' pussy out the frame (Oh, shit) Yeah [Verse 13: Clockwork & Mac Miller] (Clockwork, get 'em) I said I'm fuckin' fruit and eatin' groupies (Fuckin' fruit, eatin' groupies) I said I'm fuckin' fruit and eatin' groupies (No shit) I said I'm fuckin' fruit and eatin' groupies Your DJ butt like Sam Bowie (Tell 'em) My name Clock, I drive a hoopty Toy Story 1 my favorite movie (Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit) Most Dope, we bust heads, smoke kill, fuck the feds, y'all dress the same We honor Brazilian women, and girls who wear cut-off mom jeans (What up, Rihanna, though? I ain't playin' man, for real) Cincinnati, where Rudolph ain't the only one when the red beam Hey, hey, hey, while I'm rappin', anyway I'm a fuckin' DJ, and shout out to MTV for not pickin' me as a VJ (I remember that shit) I'm the youngest twenty-seven-year-old you know rappin' like Cleveland I got my low-riders, sprayin' the Beretta I like provolone cheese, but I fuck with that bruschetta (Bruschetta) (Niggas gotta eat healthy) Yeah, you can't fuck with me I still eat import star fruit on the beach resort 1985, my fashion teleport (Stop rappin'; woo; stop rappin') I'm hoppin', I'm sippin', I'm leanin', at what you doin', shit [Interlude: Clockwork & Mac Miller] Yeah, that Most Dope shit real, motherfucker (Yeah), ayy (With the bucket hat on) You know what I'm sayin', fuck a hat, man Flag's out, cape's out House shoes on, tubes on Sock game is proper (Man, shut the fuck up, yo) Shut the fuck up, yo, fuck you, Doug, fuck you, Doug Yeah, motherfucker, you know who this show this is Man, this my shit, motherfucker, this my studio I paid for this shit in cash, cash [Verse 14: babyscumbag] Ooh, scumbag, you're so sexy Yes, yes, I am, with the swag, bruh Too much ass, bruh, too much ass, bruh It's scumbag (Ya) And I like Capri Sun's better than I like my freaky bitches (I also like ass, bruh) I'll give one hundred juice boxes to live in Kim Kardashian's ass And we're from Southwood, in your bitch's pussy (Pussy) Scumbag killin' with the swag, bruh (Swag, bruh) Twelve years old and you know I'm reppin' gold (Gold) Pussy farts, pussy squirts, you know I like it old (Very old) I think I'm Silkk the Shocker Polo boxers, bitches like my nigga Waka Shout out Missy Elliott, one time (Most Dope)