O.K. lyrics

[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 sh*t, oh sh*t)
Girl, shake that body (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
Get 'em

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Woah, what do we have here? (Woah)
People wanna know how we could be that weird (That weird)
How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? (My beard)
I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo (Uh-huh)
My b*tch suck, she a vacuum (Let's go)
f*ck 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 b*tch)
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, n*gga, f*ck you)
b*tch, 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 di*khead
as*h*le area where my gooch sag
Little mama 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 n*gga, Mac, and he hopped in the back
And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs (Motherf*cker)
And b*tch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade (f*ck you)
But I'm a b*tch-ass n*gga (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 n*ggas don't win like referees
Lookin' for the b*tches that love to suck peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin
And you could tell I golf with my hat, b*tch, f*ck 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 f*cked 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 b*tch, oh well
[Outro: Mac Miller]
It'll be okay