G.U.A.F. ft. Mac Lyrics

Give you a fix, remix

Give you a fix, remix

Yeah

This is round two

Round two

Yeah

Hey Mac, how you feeling

What's up J-Roc

Feeling good

Hell yeah

Yeah

The name's still the same, sipping living game

Tipping off the 80 proof mixed with champagne

Smoking blunts, pipes, cannabis campaign

Give yourself a fix to the fucking brain and maintain

Rearrange your frame and shake to take aim

Shoot for the sky, high enough above the flames, the same thang

A remix chased with Kool-Aid

You complain and say hey mayday

Another drink passed out the same way

Vodka and Sprite, pints of beer

Never think twice, just sway slur and think clear

Relapse of an addict, fully put in gears

NX bars, OCs, ecstasy fiends

Kids and their teens facing multiple fears and dreams

To grow up and live upon creative between

Dating to making songs, beautiful slang to the ear

I'm a native not related to wack shit you hear

And I'm switching up the style for the future to hold

J-Roc seems pretty strong, yeah he seems pretty bold

And confident enough to just give you a fix

Yeah, a fix

Guess whose fucking turn it is to give you a fix

I got something more addicting than them cigarette hits

It goes something like this man, you might be fucking crazy

But maybe you could just relax and be my baby

But in the meantime, I change my mind

Rewind and shine, rather buy a blunt and smoke my dime

You might think it's fucked up, but it's the truth

You don't know the path I'm taking, you ain't walking in my boots

So gather up your beef jerky, your fucking jerks

Get your fix on, honey, while I'm feasting up your skirt

And if you think you're dope, what do you see

Another coolie, high funky, dropout, equivalency

All type of fix, get you caught in the mix

Drilling chicks, huffing sticks, filling pipes

Smoking nicks, whacking lines, dice and bricks

And either way you put it, some are sucked in

And they know it, won't show it when they nod their chin

Think before you speak, girl, yo, you're weak in the head

This anonymous, what the fuck we done did

Must be angry from the cock, or maybe you've been fed

Giving you a fix

Yeah, this a Midwest thing from Oshkosh to Chicago

The mighty Mississippi all the way to Colorado

It doesn't even matter where you are, where you from

Just as long as you're at home and I don't catch you on the run

So, back up, back up, yo, guess who's coming

It's the jolly green giant like the rabbit I'm thumping

Thumping, tearing down your fucking beat stock

Chicka chicka beat box, I'm smoking b-cops

Can't be stopped, run around the corner and I see cops

Oh shit, he sees cops

Better run, like Tony Montana

Might not kill a cop for fun

We don't kill shit, just the thoughts that exist

Thirsty as it seems, I'm just the next twist

Verbally attacking you and throwing fists

Fast ninja kicks, elbows to the nose

Stripping crack shit and break ribs

Cut lips, six-inch clawed fingertips

If it's music you've seen, I'mma give you a fix

We're coming raw, more predicted than the next remix

Remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix, remix

If it's music you've seen, I'mma give you a fix

We're coming raw, more predicted than the next remix

If it's music you've seen, I'mma give you a fix

We're coming raw, more predicted than the next remix

Yeah, it's J-Rock, J-Rock

That's how it goes and it shows, M-A-C

Situations never ending in the O-S-H

Man, is it ever gonna end

Hell nah

Damn