Moonwalkers - Machine Gun Kelly, DubXX

Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me

Pockets full of what?

Hella quarters, like I’m 'bout to feed the meter

Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers

We ain’t even parkin'

We just spark it and fly frequent

Up in the sky, Jesus

Gave me high fives, Peter

Pan full of yams

Trees lit like Christmas Eve

I’m so facetious, so indecent

Fuck the world and leave it speechless

Rock that jacket with the cheetah

Look like Elvis with these sequins, I’m sayin'

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?

Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga

Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga

Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights

Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night

Super stoned, where is home?

I missed the last flight

Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite

What you call it when you feel like you’re on the moon talkin'?

Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin'

Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods, I don’t care who’s watchin'

EST a fuckin' army, I’m the platoon sergeant

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?

Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga

Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga

Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Look, all I ever wanted was the cash

I don’t roll it up if it ain’t gas

Tank full, goin' to the moon

I can see the snakes in the grass

You could never ever get us, ayy

It’s a Tommy Hilfiger day

Ain’t nobody realer than us

Ain’t nobody triller than us

Ayy, Birdman hands on 'em (brrr)

Hermès smell on him

Bitch you know we comin' out the land

Shout out to the fans

Early Monday mornin', haha

I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin'

Where you goin'?

Space station, engine roarin' (woah)

Gettin' face in the foreign (yeah)

Sex tape like it’s porn

Spades game with the Martians

I don’t ever do the norm

Ay we only steppin' out for the big shit

Champagne supernova type shit

Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?

Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga

Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga

Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?

Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga

Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga

Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga