Lyrics:
good condition, yeah
I call the shots, you wanna talk, you gotta ask permission, yeah
Like Machine Gun Kelly, the way I'm gonna rock out
You talkin' all
they just too
Schiesst
Healthy mind
Nice life
Drink more water
Marry black and buy guns just to make sure you don't die tonight
Healthy mind
Nice life
to track 8, what Joji said, y'all no fun
I rhyme quick, I rhyme slow, machine kelly, I got no gun
Snow sleet hail storm, I swap fits like the seasons
My neck
uh...
(The Wolf! It's the Wolf!) Right! The Wolf. Seymore the Wolf....
The kettle drum and bass drum represent the sub-machine-gun fire
quick she ain't run track she was probably lace front
I mean
Probably smoked a laced blunt told her put that ass up and face front, eww
If she ain't got
I was hustlin'
Run up on me, gun bussin'
Uh, that's your best friend? That's my main thing
Uh, she give me tit-Titi Boi, 2 Chainz
Uh, get
So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary.
Cause pay checks are coming up
in yo faces on a daily basis
I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis
I got three Jags in my parking spaces
'95 Air Max with blue laces
you can call me
The place just cold up and frigid
Marrow just a fly like hawk and pigeon
We have some muumaclauet gun and some mummaclaute cloth machine
Your face get
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
even wanna stay
I'm in and out of state
Gon' bring 'em my way (Ms)
Put the M's in the safe (turn up slimeball)
Yeah, I'ma go ahead and get a body
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
Stay G'd up from the feet up, while your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk, my guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze they
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
Don't involve my name with no mix-up
Pole on my waist, got my 'ting tucked
Have your mum putting flower by
Your grave while pouring
That liquor like she
my dawg heart heavy can hardly sleep
Up heat this a different field no need to lace the cleats
I'll hit yo block and show how gun power stink
Believe
Getting big by the hourly
Speak you becoming a casualty
Ride like a travel team
Got a bitch named Natalie
But when it comes to head I'm picking up Mallory
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom
I remember comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers tooken
Learn the game quick so I got my first device
Mom
[keith]
Yo Jacky, this Keith.
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it
steppin', ouu ouu
Big machine guns nigga I don't see kelly
Was shooters bitch we pull up in a Bentley
Lil' bitch what you gon' do for this Fendi?
You ain't
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
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