Lyrics:
fall back 'til I'm rich
Machine gun flow when I spit
Glue pack in my mattresses
Real man of that hat trick shit
2 bands in my hands
I feel sick, 4 mans
even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
Me holla respect, to all the gun
even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
Me holla respect, to all the gun
Kill all the rappers you know that I’m ready
Make a bloodbath and I’m leaving it messy
I Bake all these rappers yeah shoutout to Eddy
Use a Machine Gun
mane
I stole the machine gun From Kelly
So you can't help me
Even the mortician's
Image
Is only a distortion
Gimmick
I own the abortion clinic
With
Machine Gun Kelly
Fuck it I'm coming
These rap dudes ain't bout nothing
They corny so boring
How the fuck these bitches touring
Now I'm hating
Cuz they made
You done went wild, yo, check it
There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again
Dude that broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him
Four in
we bust shots (talk to 'em)
A young, wild adolescence (huh), packin' the Wesson
Country Mike fronted me some work, I'ma package and sell it (I roast
at morn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly the boy from Killane
Tell me who is that giant with the gold curly hair
He who rides at the head
Them talk alot but them irrelevant 360 degrees out the machine gun Urban diligence War them not ready for Southside men ah roll like babylon Pon them
Admiral Kelly gave orders, the first day of May
To cruise up the channel for our enemy
To protect our commerce from that daring foe
And all our
song
It'd be thick to spend a cent on
Iggy Azalea, real name is Kelly
So maybe you're jelly
That Machine Gun's taking the credit
Your space on radio
Listen, yo, I roll up ready
Sky couple shots out the semi
Flex like Machine Gun Kelly
Military headgear, leather gloves ready
Dutty when the big dogs
headed)
They say he's a wild, wild boy with two guns, he hold it steady (wild, wild boy)
Ain't no wasting time, murder on his mind (murder on his mind)
You got a knock baby boy, I got.. {one too}
And I'm ballin on y'all like this is..
You got a Tab in your hand, I got.. {one too}
You got a gun
and laugh again
Say I couldn’t rap again
This wasn’t an accident
I knew my day was coming since Machine Gun Kelly had me rapping at the crave cafe
He told me
really means, over my dead body
Why you coming at EM, with a machine gun,
He already told you, he’s superman
Yet you still think you won
I’m not trying
a stun gun
But I don’t need a machine
Its fact
Im with the realist team
No cap
only spitting on beats
that slap
say what u want don’t hold it
(Hit-Boy)
Uh
In the Rolls truck, waitin' for the light change (ha)
Thinkin' damn, I came from the bottom, look how my life changed
And all I
a wild nigga's idea (die)
We in the Taj in some fly gear
money machine, machine gun homie I swear (I swear)
I dare you to be loyal, try to diarrhea
You
why my niggas moving Kelly
Bundy by the dub rock
Just got in some loud and
I'll make the bud pop
It got red hair like Peggy, my eyes bloodshot
I got
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's been reported you've been drinking
And running round with men and goin' wild
Now we
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
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