Black Acura lyrics

[Verse 1: Mibbs]
Show out for the girls and get your ass whipped
On some 8th grade, right front of the class sh*t
You gon' try to test me but I'ma pass it
I'm a motherf*ckin' genius and you in some bad sh*t
Step 'round a corner with my crewneck on
Hammer can't touch me, man I'm too hands on
I don't know you man, we ain't never been to school together
We ain't ever shared weed, b*tches, or ate food, never!
They say money never sleeps, gotta have two hustles
Since I'm bagging duffels, I got ashy knuckles
Carry 'em to the bank, now I got big muscles
Man I do my thing, I got fans in Brussels

[Chorus: [?]]
Y'all think I made it, I'm just gettin' started
Man, I'm just sayin', that sh*t retarded
Y'all think I made it, I'm just gettin' started
Man, I'm just sayin', that sh*t retarded

[Verse 2: Mibbs & Like]
I just got excited, man I almost farted
That's too much information, my bad, I'm sorry
We got syndication, our sh*t go hardest
And that's why she choose and that's why you lose, my n*gga you garbage
Not to be harsh but f*ck it, your b*tches look parched and busted
And I bet that you be carpet munching, that sh*t that we spark be skunking
That Pepé Le Pew and you know we be repping the crew
Pac Div, you second to who? Man, ain't nobody be checking for you
Must we remind again? Must you rewind again?
I'm off three Heinekens, and this sh*t is effortless too
I done stepped on your shoes and spit in your face
Disrespected yo' b*tch in your place
You still want a autograph? Gimme a break, I'm sick and disgraced
These n*ggas is fake, b*tches is fake, man sh*t is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
Need evidence, been repping it, ever since... b*tch!
[Chorus: [?]]
Y'all think I made it, I'm just gettin' started
Man, I'm just sayin', that sh*t retarded (sh*t retarded)
Y'all think I made it, I'm just gettin' started (Gettin' started)
Man, I'm just sayin', that sh*t retarded (Started, started; ayy, yeah)

[Verse 3: BeYoung]
We overfaded in the function and we getting started
sh*t, a n*gga blew three blunts 'fore we finished parking
That OG make a nerd broad get retarded
A pretty b*tch's dream, a freaky b*tch's Mr. Marcus
Popping up for that revenue, standing tall like I'm 7'2"
You ain't cut from that same cloth, hell nah we ain't gettin' no checks with you
No, you can't get no checks with me
Man, get these n*ggas from next to me
Backstage drinking up the Yac, n*gga you ain't get no text from me
sh*t pull up, I can pump your brakes, that's dopeboy sh*t we pumping base
Flex so hard my muscles ache, stack that bread then tuck the safe
If it's game day, I quarterback, that's on me, them boys is back
All I know is that fly sh*t, got pimp game on my boarding pass

[Bridge: Raven Sorvino]
f*ck what you talking 'bout, I be making G's
Posted up in the parking lot, dangling my keys
f*ck what you talking 'bout, I was overseas
Posted up, Polo down, catch me dangling my keys
[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
If you try, you'll find I'm rhyming in some Iversons
In the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yeah, b*tch, I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see y'all
Finally making paper legal
b*tch, I'm flyer than a seagull
Fresh as f*ck, that's my default
I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats
Why you talking little homie, go and run a lap
f*ck that sh*t, I been ether
Have these b*tches running like a gym teacher
So you can go and do a hundred drills
Twenty years old with a couple mill
It's nothing, I'ma go for more
Just became a wizard, b*tch I'm Okafor
Same sh*t you been told before
These some raps out the f*cking baking soda drawer
Yeah, I spit that crack, b*tch
Mac Div, uh