LOCO - Machine Gun Kelly

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

Ay, 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

Ay, 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

Ay, 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