Mac Miller – Gees (ft. ScHoolboy Q) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, watch the video, read the lyrics to “Gees” by Mac Miller featuring ScHoolboy Q”. The song was produced by Chuck Inglish.

Mac Miller Gees

Today is a bittersweet day in hip-hop history. While many great albums were released, sparking anniversaries for Eminem’s Recovery, Kanye West’s Yeezus, and Mac Miller’s Watching Movies With The Sound Off, several rappers ultimately lost their lives. Jimmy Wopo and XXXTentacion were both murdered two years ago to this day, and Mac’s own big anniversary feels tarnished by the lingering shadow of his early death. Still, it’s important to keep Mac’s memory alive, and for many that means taking repeat visits to an album many still deem to be his master work.

Though Watching Movies was notable for its pivot into a more serious tone for the once-carefree Pittsburgh emcee, that’s not to say it was an entirely bleak affair. Not in the slightest, thanks to his endearing sense of humor — not to mention that of his close friend ScHoolboy Q, with whom he collaborated on “Gees.” While their collaboration here isn’t exactly comedic per se, it’s clear that both parties were having fun over Chuck Inglish’s trippy instrumental. “Ignorant-ass white kid, but I’m still bicycling and recycling,” raps Mac, lines that might have been taken from previous projects. “And I’m still eating Gummy Bear vitamins.”

There’s even a cameo from Larry Fisherman for good measure. Check out the duet now, especially if you’re feeling nostalgic for some classic Mac Miller music. Happy anniversary to Watching Movies With The Sound Off, an album that proved transitional for Mac Miller’s image and career.

Mac Miller – Gees (ft. ScHoolboy Q) (prod. Chuck Inglish)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
Uh, ign’ant-ass white kid (White kid)
But I’m still bicycling and recycling (‘Cyling)
And I’m still eating gummy bear vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen (Go)
Hyper than Williams’ middle son
Since I was a little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best rappers are usually dead
But I’m the poison that left a widow Juliet
In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while sedated
God shit, make ’em want to add a couple pages to the Bible
I ain’t got nothing left in my will
‘Cept, “Throw it all in the casket, it’s mine still”
Uh, I need some backpack cast raps
Took a break just to kill the game half-assed
Set some rat traps, went and took a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I’m nasty on the mic
Your bitch don’t want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap her but she like it, tell me, “Master, feed me pipe”
I’m the scotch on the rocks, you the Appletini type

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees…
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees, woah…

[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Delusional Thomas]
Ugh, still fucking with these hoes, though (Hoes, though)
Bozo on these doppelgänger Jojos (Jojos)
Take a bitch to Soho for some Froyo
Tell her she gon’ blow it: Romo
And now I’m out in Cali like Tone-Lōc (Tone-Lōc)
Young boy, but I’m chilling with some grown folk (Grown folk)
No joke, Most Dope, you just bowl smoke
How much coke you gotta sell to make a boat float?
Hit ’em, hit ’em ’til they tell me, “No more” (No more)
I’m a highly difficult ropes course
Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say “Wassup?” to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche
Who you kidding? Your flow’s warshed
I ain’t in the street but I’ll grill you from the porch (Bitch)
I been had hoes, I played sports (For real)
Her ass out the bottom of her shorts (Whoa)

[Hook: Mac Miller]
Suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees…
Bitch, suck my dick before I slap you with it
Gees…

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh (Black James Bond and a white Shaft) (Yeah)
Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream
Flashy as high beams, smoking on good weed
Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OGs
I’m rich car service, no car keys (Yeah!)
First class flight, ’bout to land to a new bitch (Yeah, yeah)
She fuck me and swallowed every homie I came wit’ (Aww, aww)
MCM bag and nigga, bet some weed in it
200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living (Yeah, yeah)
Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that? (Ou)
I’m getting money, rub my tummy, that’s my baller sack (Ugh)
Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case
Faggot-ass judge hatin’ on me ’cause my money straight (Yeah)
Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states (Bitch)
Gon’ name my next tour Million-Man March (Aww, yeah)
Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf (Yeah)
She gave me head, my nuts touched her cross, boss

[Hook: Mac Miller & ScHoolboy Q]
Figg Side!
Suck my dick before I slap you with it (Ou-ou! Yeah!)