Lyrics:
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
by myself and now I mastered it (I'm good now)
Drum work mean all the guns got drums, that's just how bad it get
I shoot that nigga right in front
And not even break a sweat?
Man, they committin' genocide tryna
Exterminate the lyricist
While saying Dax is the antithesis
That's means opposite
But if I'm
Get your mind right or get your body left
Create and analyze life Killuminati text
I put the ghost in machines annunaki bless
The deaf dumb and blind
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun
headie (That way, that way)
Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi)
Swish or dunk on punks, man get real close, I don't know
sound like a bomb now Kush and di Ras dem a bawl out god name
Dem a gun clown a dem lane dem a stay pon
Suh man send fi mi likkle nephew Daiquan
From
the broken
To suffer every consequence
They gave me a machine gun
But I don't wanna hurt no one
There's nothing here to fight for
This is someone else's
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready hey are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun
Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
This shit is self-explanatory, nigga
Machine, bitch
I'm on y'all niggas' necks, ya heard
Look
Working the pot, twisting my wrist, stir up
To my man Machine Gun Kelly, mGK
It's 100 words and running
The official mixtape
Shoutout to my man DJ E-V
You know Jones got the exclusive
Shout
living my life though
You ain't living my life
I've been through it, oh
Man speaking on intercom
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr machine Gun Kelly"
Audience
on the bill
If you know anything about lyricists, then you know who MGK is
I need a freestyle, I need to hear Machine Gun Kelly spit
Fuck that, y'all don't
fun, large sons shooting machine guns
Population adjustment will be adjusted by an intellgent villain
Guerilla warfare killing
Amplifies, fear tears
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin' clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what I'm sayin'
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
like a man that's drumming
Congo Drums
Beat-da Congo Drums
Use to roll wid the gun got redeemed by the son
Spitting gospel heat but the heats not
the zeros and the comma's
Counting more money eating benihana
Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs
You're a middle man but we get it by the tons
gun is presumptive evidence now
Of its unlawful possession by all persons
Occupying a place, such machine gun was found
If you in the vicinity
just to flip her
See I ball with no team
Choppa R Kelly you get Wet up inside your Dreamz
Brand new glock connected to me like bluetooth
Without you by
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