Lyrics Machine Gun Kelly

Machine Gun Kelly

Loco

Hated the most, so I keep my haters close

Let em know I want the smoke, so much bread I gotta boast

This burner turn you into toast

I'm so G I don't keep that pistol on me

Ay I'll beat yo ass you try to press that issue on me

Ay I keep a stash under all these zippers on me

I got bitches blowin like I got a whistle on me

Ay can't stop getting paper

Ay can't stop rollin papers

Ay LSD and coca

Ay live la vida loca

Aye she gone feed me grapes

Ay we don't go on dates

Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste

Tatted on my choker

Shoppin sprees at Dover

I ain't stopping shit till I'm 70 years older

Slap me if I'm sober

Yea yea yea come over

Fucked two girls that looked like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler

Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the backdrop

Can't stop can't stop can't stop can't stop turnin up like mascots

Matlock Matlock Matlock Matlock want me in them padlocks

I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe

Yea hoe, can't get jammed hoe, I'll be damned hoe

Yea hoe, I'm the man hoe, from the Land hoe

Yea hoe, out them bandos, to these bands hoe

Sandals for my fam though - 3, 2, 1, takeoff

Jets round the world with them

And you know we gotta fly with the herb with them

In the town I'm a chief like turbo and them

Shouts for the flow G Herbo and them

I just got the cell phone workin again

I just got the styrofoam purple again

Never make threats non-verbal again

You already know how I'm lurkin again

Gunna

Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the backdrop

Can't stop can't stop can't stop can't stop turnin up like mascots

Matlock Matlock Matlock Matlock want me in them padlocks

I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe

Ay can't stop getting paper

Ay can't stop rollin papers

Ay LSD and coca

Ay live la vida loca

Aye she gone feed me grapes

Ay we don't go on dates

Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste

Ay can't stop getting paper

Ay can't stop rollin papers

Ay LSD and coca

Ay live la vida loca

Aye she gone feed me grapes

Ay we don't go on dates

Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste