Lyrics:
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
nigga, fuck a patek
Everyday I smoke pound with a fucking baddie
Lose a bitch to the streets, man, that shit saddest
And I know that she stay with her baby
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
Belgian girls have the wickedest slam
Inna Berlin
Only patois Dem can Over-stand
Move with a clique like troops inna Afghanistan
Can't walk Weh We Bang
the list
Ion pop Percocets, I rather get it jumpin' off the Liq'
Just made twenty-two hunnid on Kyrie Irving, Mavericks
I came a long way, don't pass
mine, gimme mine
Ban my rhymes, now it's back to bustin' nines
And bustas can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I
Get off yo ass that lil shit, don't get you no money
If you come around the Crackhouse, we gon' get you more money
If that nigga don't got a name he
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
Africa
Them use a tactic but dem can't get out I n I with them politricks
A the Berlin conference inna 1884 create every slum in Africa
From the Gold Cost
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
sometimes get horny and I get to stroking
Like a shark need to be in the ocean, I don't do lean yeah that henny my potion woah
Surrounded by bunnies yeah
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
and spectator get low
Some bwoy coulda big like Bam Bam Bigelow
Bust off trigger finger, trigger hand and trigger toe
Ah two gun me have, me bust dem inna
Eh Eh Ehhh
You know how we do it (eh)
My nigga Stunner
Yo that guy (yeah)
You know that vibe (yeah)
That guy with the go get that shut
You get me
My
they jealous man
I'm tryna get my pockets fat too, something Precious like a good fella man
I'm still da Don, still da one, still da mob but you can't
he came through with a bag of his soldiers
And Kyle he jumped out with his young boy Bailey
So dats more guns, more bodies, more ammo
Kyron can't
tryna by (just tryna get by, yeah)
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
So we rolled with them, stole with them
I mean loyalty, niggas
(look)
You don't wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and the left (boom)
Fifty G's won't pay for your life
Get blazed like Khaled with
there sweetheart, you know, I can't do it. Pretty kind of useless, though, don't you think so Mary?
Man: Come with me to the far lands of Baghdad.
leave a nigga in the Thames
Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury
Whoever you are you still bleed
Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang
(bang) lick
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
Will holding guns, we take flight with no fright
And attack, never fear cause our words is clear
get a case man
I got the gun with me
But you don't get a one fifty
I keep the nine on my waste
Take a knife out and put a
Nike sign on your face
I put
get a case man
I got the gun with me
But you don't get a one fifty
I keep the nine on my waste
Take a knife out and put a
Nike sign on your face
I put
I'll never forget the time
That you caught me smokin' herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my
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