Mac Miller — O.K.

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Mac Miller] (Woo) Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac (Yeah), Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah (I got it) Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah (Oh shit, oh shit) Girl, shake that body (Oh shit, oh shit) Get 'em [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Woah, what do we have here? (Woah) People want to know how we could be that weird (That weird) How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard? (My beard) I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo (Uh-huh) My bitch suck, she a vacuum (Let's go) Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood (Uh) Ain't got a choice, no, she do it 'cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listenin' to Papoose (Woo) No respect (Oh), 'cause you wear a V-neck (Oh) Got me stressed, pressure that could even make Keith sweat (Woo) I wish Narnia was on a GPS (I wish) I wish Rihanna was DTF (Bad bitch) I got rich with these rap songs (Songs) Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone (It's all gone) Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on (Haha) [Chorus: Tyler, the Creator] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] Girl, shake that body, them ass and totties I wanna see them cankles at my hotel lobby (No, nigga, fuck you) Bitch, why you so damn snobby? (Uh-uh) Your ass flatter than the back of my head I bought you dinner, now it's time to pay me back with some head Or I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head (Uh-uh) I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a dickhead Asshole area where my gooch sag Little momma got salty at me, she started talkin' tough So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparkin' up A bottle of Zima, the Bimmer, I started parkin' up Seen my nigga, Mac, and he hopped in the back And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs (Motherfucker) And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade (Fuck you) But I'm a bitch-ass nigga (Yeah), so I say [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body Get 'em Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac Get 'em, ah Girl, shake that body [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy Makin' sure you niggas don't win like referees Lookin' for the bitches that love to suck peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin And you could tell I golf with my hat, bitch, fuck Thurnis [Verse 4: Mac Miller] Um, I'm at IHOP to eat with Tyler (Yum) Drink cocoa, then double-team Mariah (Let's do that) But please, don't tell Nick We were all watchin' movies at a Motel 6 (Okay) Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha (Uh-huh) I hope Kendrick fucked Gaga (For real) If Madonna on the Kabbalah Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich Pullin' out the llama like, "Show me your tits" Keep cryin' 'cause I still ain't over my bitch, oh well [Outro: Mac Miller] It'll be okay