No Shots

[Intro: Mac Miller] Made a million off a logo with my thumb up You just getting in the game, because you butt fuck Whoa, no shots, noooo shots, no no (if I sing it's cool) [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I feel like I'm the messiah, a rebirth of creatures who bowing to the most high They knees hurt from praying to the what's his face, begging to be blessed Theres something above me, I'm just a god of what's left, cut the check I was gone for a year off the fructose, contemplating putting fucking bullets in the suit coats, who knows Go do it with a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into winter I worship from warships, play PGA courses, hit the AVN awards because the porn chicks need more dick I force fit, and put it in her body like a swordsmith, have her eating E pills like corn chips How do you defeat a motherfucker with some body armor, headshots turn him sweet and sour like an Arne Palmer Dalai Lama holy as me, got it locked holding the key [Hook: Mac Miller] No shots, noooo shots, no no [Verse 2: Vinny Radio] Okay, niggas squadding up again Wipe the nail polish and lipstick from these broads and get in this You talk it you don't live it, instead niggas flexin' on that sus shit, Richard Simmons ? what you giving Start with body blows, give the beat a headshot Toss the Glock, flee the scene with red socks Track kill a nigga, that manila nigga Your boyfriend probably feeling better if I'm chilling with ya Like coughing up phlegm from an unfiltered cig, I'm the illest spitta A dutch or a swisher, you always want bigger Turn it up nigga 9th Wonder, beats stomp like blunt guts nigga This is most dope baby, what else could you want Fuck with that bottom shelf, nah, choose us Mac showed me how to change my life in 2 months Tell my girl take out life insurance because I do stunt (yeah I do stunt) [Hook: Mac Miller] No shots, noooo shots, no no [Verse 3: Franchise] Lets continue the communition All of my partners ripped to this life locked behind bars whenever we start a sentence Crunch time we play the game like it's olympics Niggas be flexin' in the booth, would've thought we was some gymnasts And thats without warming up, just raising the bar Most Dope, REMember Music, my clique be taking it far Got ties with the upper skies, we practice aviation All my peoples tryin' to reach billboards and new vacations So start hatin' if you wanna it's nothing new to us This extra shit they doin' in they pool it ain't cool to us All them stunts, all them bunts wasn't out the park Fake shit illuminate, once we pullin' out the dark So keep your mask on nigga play your position I brought some famish niggas with me to slay your condition And stop acting like you niggas came with permission One phone call could have the goonies turn this into friction [Hook: Mac Miller] No shots, noooo shots, no no [Verse 4: Choo Jackson] I walk up in this bitch like I'm Kanye on a Friday Then hit the highway, man you gotta leave your driveway So I'm living every moment like it's fucking my day And I need me a Beyonce for my fiancé, okay So please little nigga learn your lesson, before you count dollars you gotta count your blessings 2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend So many people, you gotta make exceptions cause they'll look at you with some fuckin' misconception Like Choo you do drugs, like Choo you shoot slugs But nah Choo really in here with two sluts We up, we in here to move bucks I know niggas with K K K's like Ku Klux Ain't no math test so choose up And if you looking for true shit then choose us [Verse 5: Murs] These lightskin girls trying to ruin my life Cause these straight legged dudes ain't doing 'em right Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie, pretty in the face but she need a little booty I got a brown chick that used to sell that white I told her if she go to jail then she failed at life I met her at Flog Gnaw, don't ask about paid dues I put the west coast on my back, and then I made moves Motherfuckers the must've forgot, now I'm back to rappin' like I gotta take my spot No shots cause I hate getting shot at John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through your top hat (no shots) They tried to assassinate the God But motherfucker ? is the squad So whats the odds of you coming up, can't fuck with Strange tuck ya chain if you runnin' up (no shots) Been at it for a decade plus, they only on they first tour, don't respect they bus Lil motherfuckers thinkin' they next up, you can't change these rules you got the game messed up Such and such just bought a new house Tell that little dude to holler when he twenty years out Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth, but he ain't ever went gold what he talking about That soundscan it don't make you dope I got underground fans that will slit your throat Play this for a chick and watch her panties get soaked Now she nine months pregnant off some shit that I wrote Oh, you make music for the stupidos, sing a nice hook but the game need a Rufio And I ain't fuckin with them roofies bro, I'm just mackin' leave that to the susios Dirty dirty like my mouth for the south is I wear the same vans with all of my outfits Strange Music life yeah I'm really about this And if you disagree then put your dick where my mouth is [Hook: Mac Miller] No shots, noooo shots, no no