Video Barz 4 Dayz de Mac Miller 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Mac Miller - Barz 4 Dayz Lyrics

[Intro: DJ CapCom & Mac Miller]
DJ CapCom is the beast of this game (Yup, yup)
Y'all better get him a leash

[Chorus: Mac Miller & DJ Haze]
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (EZ Mac)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (Soul Theory)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (The Ill Spoken)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (Haha, yeah; East End Empire)
(The hazing has begun)

[Verse 1]
You see, they probably wonder why I don't smile (Yup)
'Cause these cats need to get they own style (Uh-huh)
Hold the phone dial, I go miles (Chyeah)
When I'm sprintin' on the beat, you'll get lifted off your feet
When you spliffin' up my trees, quit givin' me a speech
I ain't really tryna hear this (Nah)
See, with these lyrics, I'm tryna run fearless
We playin' games in this jungle, Jumanji
With bomb tree, hidden under all my dirty laundry (Haha)
Call me an arm free fuckin' around
I'm puttin' words in your mind 'til you in love with the sound (Come on, man)
They savin' my place, tryna shove this food in my face
So they force it down my throat 'til I'm used to the taste
Now move to your place (Yup), 'cause I'm campin' out on top
Fresh kicks on my feet while you sittin' in some socks (Haha)
Cops tryna get me locked, catch me fuckin' with shenanigans (Fuck 'em)
But I'll just handle 'em and throw 'em in the ambulance (Bitch)
They wanna know what my hands is in, scare me straight (Huh?)
Get back, bitch, I ain't tryna share my plate (You know)
What's good, fam? I love money, I will marry cake
Get a rich bitch like Ashley and Mary Kate
And I ain't talkin' 'bout one of 'em (Nope), I'm gettin' both (Yup)
I grab 'em, get a loaf, then take their money and they coats (Give me that)
I blow trees, so my mouth is always filled with smoke
You sniffin' coke, singin' but you haven't hit a note (Ah)
Plus that shit you wrote isn't set to carry a crowd
I'm legendary anywhere that I'm out (They know)
I'm sharin' this pound with my people like a How High sequel
Told my people, "Need to air out the house" (Oof)
So beware of my mouth, spittin' venom, comin' out the cerebellum
With these kicks on my feet, see, I told you I was gellin' (Yes sir)
You playin' felon, you in stealin' a penny
I put a hole in your belly like you Oprah or Jenny (Chyeah)
[Chorus]
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
(Haha, keep those motherfuckers rollin' up, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (Haha, yeah)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (Oh, I'm at the party now, look)

[Verse 2]
I sport a long white tee, fitted cap, baggy pants (You know)
If you see me, please be sure to slap my hand (What's good?)
Some people do it for the love, some people do it 'cause they can
But me, I'm tryna be a legend like Bagger Vance (Yes sir)
Some rap will make you think, while other shit'll make you dance
So I bump whatever's in the system, try and make some plans
(Ayo, what's good, dog?)
I just wanna see what's good for the night time
If nothing's hype, I'ma head up to the crib and write rhymes
Age like white wine, nicer by the second (So nice)
That's why I never put punctuation on a sentence
'Cause the song goes on (Goes on), hear a dope song
If they said I wasn't for real, then you was told wrong
See, you ain't on what we on
You bright, I'm neon
I'm smokin' up the weed 'til the tree gone, yeah
My life's up and down like a see-saw
So I stay with a bitch like my name was Leon Phelps
[Chorus]
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (That's how it is, man)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (Soul Theory Productions, baby)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (EZ Mac)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another (The Ill Spoken)
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another
Lick it, split it, twist it, hit it, spliff it, pitch it, roll another

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay, it's your boy Wiz Khalifa, man
The prince of the 4-1, um, 2
In here with my guy, young Mac Miller
The Jukebox mixtape, you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' it real big out here in Pittsburgh, you know what I mean?
Make sure y'all look out for that young talent
Smackin' niggas across the motherfuckin' face this year
'09 and beyond, we flyin' the fuck out
Jukebox mixtape