Lyrics:
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
Of doubt and uncertainty will only bring
You and your mission to
A halt make sure that you
Know exactly what you want
Make sure that you're around people
I feel like a shinobi
Run and I smoke yo ass ain't even know me
Siamese nigga you Zack and I'm Cody
My girl is like revy gun flash like adobe
I play
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
niggas who ready to bust back
Now check this look:
I don't think you niggas ripped ever what I can bring
20 or 30 bullets close range to your frame
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
me
If you want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it
I'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
I'm a gun
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
from underground another pirate station
We bring the truth to places truth is never heard before
We bring the sound communication of our tribal war
Dark
in the sun (let 'em get it)
Get your gun when the moon fall (get your gun)
Soon to tell the goons meet the ghost by the pool hall (meet me)
'Cause
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
ahead
Turn the volume up.
Break the dial
Until the sun comes up.
I swear it by the old gods and the new
Before your eyes we became living proof.
I'm
want, it's your mouth
As long as you ain't hurting nobody, scream out, cuz you're allowed
Enjoy your life I didn't make "I, Danny" to bring you down, no
I
to the gunz go lock
Bust none stop, y'all niggaz want a gun play
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it to the gunz go lock
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
your sinus with this gun powder
Wipe your tears with the steal, no fear this is real niggas
Here is the deal: you clear in this field
And ain't stoppin'
power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol
nothin', make all my gun shoot
You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof
Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one in they sunroof
And we be
Aye
Work
You in my house now
Boy
Jump
Little, little
Uh, uh
JT
Get it
Okay
You wanna rock like this
Wanna sip a little potion and get off your wits
"Come on, I just wanna party"
There's a party and I want you to come
But bring your own blood
Bring your own blood
Monster sluts, guns and grotesque
the limits
Now you crossed the line
Put two x in your eyes
Now I’m livid
Shivers down your spine
Every time you take a step outside
Cock my gun as ya drive by
dude fake as your Birkin baby
It's a certain lady got more booty than a pirate
She back it up like she moving from a virus
I seen a lot of girls you may
these others dude fake as your Birkin baby
It's a certain lady got more booty than a pirate
She back it up like she moving from a virus
I seen a lot
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