🎵 Get It on the Floor // by Mac Miller

22 Contributors Get It on the Floor Lyrics [Intro] (Haha) Turn it up a little bit Even more, I'm deaf as fuck (Haha) Uh, ayy (Uh-huh), The Class Clown comin' soon (Uh-huh) East End Empire (Chyeah) All day, all night, let's go (Let's get it), uh (Let's get it) [Verse 1] Y'all ain't doin' jack shit (Uh-uh), just a bunch of has-beens (Yep) What the fuck happened? Why you stop rappin', huh? I'm the future, tryna ball like a hooper, uh Attack a beat like a cougar, Ruger (Yup) Who the dude that wanna come and talk shit? (I don't know) I'm so fly, high up in my cockpit (Zoom) The tape's comin', boy, wait until I drop it (Drop it) It's some hot shit, I know y'all gon' cop it (Cop it) It's like Tha Carter III mixed with The Chronic (Classic) Plus some Big L and Nas hits (Magic) I tell 'em, "Watch this" (Watch this), start spittin' out rockets Light a beat up like your fiber optics Pause (Pause, pause), you ain't seen this yet, kid (Uh-uh) Resurrectin' this DMX diff On tracks, I be doin' mad BMX flips (Chyeah) Sex chicks and move on up to the next bitch (What's up, baby?) Big like Texas, don't mess with the freshest (Nope) Yeah, I spit electric, my set is the best (Uh-huh) In the PA, country, continent, the world (World) Cryin' lil' bitches, I ain't startin' with you girls It's Mac (It's Mac), it's Mac, jump back (Uh-huh) Dumb raps and my lungs is black, uh (Chyeah) Yeah, it's Mac, say it again, yeah Chest collapse when you takin' it in I'm playin' to win, spittin' it right (Right) We just a couple of kids livin' the life (Life) I'm stayin' sharp like the end of a knife And your girl come to me 'cause you ain't hittin' it right (Haha) [Interlude] Ayy, that's how it go down (Yup, yup) I ain't even need a hook for this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yup, yup) I'm just gon' keep on spittin', let this camera keep rollin' and shit, um (All day, all day, triple Es, motherfucker, haha) [Verse 2] Lesson, if you wanna play with the kid (Kid) See, don't come bullshittin', sayin' you spit (Haha) Say you up and comin' but just buggin', you a gnat And I don't rap for the stacks, I rap 'cause I rap (Rap) And Mac be the cat with the haze and the dro (Uh-huh) Games for the dough, I'm the next up to blow (Blow) Stretchin' the flows, I'm that all-white (All-white), yeah And spark mics like a shark bite (Shark bite) You as bright, 'bout as bright as a car light (Haha) And you ain't tight, you just alright (Uh-huh) I'm as nice as a calm night Chillin' with some broads, 'bout as raw as a bar fight (Get it, get it) Can't ignore me anymore, the bass bumpin' through the floor (Floor) Make veterans feel like they ain't did it before I'm a black belt, bitch, get ya ass kicked (Ass kicked) My weed bomb, you could smell it through the plastic Take a whiff (Ah), please all ya senses (Uh-huh) On this rap shit, they call me God's apprentice (What up?) 'Cause they say the kid got the hardest sentence Feelin' like a pitch from Roger Clemens [Outro] That's how it go down You know how it is, all day Mac Miller, EZ Mac, The Jukebox Play any beat, motherfucker, I'ma murder it Career criminal, haha Serial killer, haha