[Intro: Young Thug, Machine Gun Kelly & Sammi Giancola]
Maybe there's a nat
Out here?
You said what?
(Oh my God, RONNY)

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a GOAT so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I fucked that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I hit a seven and picked up the dinner roll
I get the bread then I fuck me a center fold
Eyeball the purp like my name is Gorilla Zoe
I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass and showed the motherfucking snakes
I took off my bandana and showed my fucking face

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ayy
Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe (Ayy)
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I said" (Ayy)
I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade
I had to jot down the names to remember hoes
When I come back with this K, I'ma kill a ho (Woo)
Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
I put my cum on her face, but I'm pitiful (Yeah)
I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
All different flavors and all different flavor type of hoes
All of 'em centerfolds (Hey)

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a GOAT so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it
[Verse 3: RJmrLA]
Don't say RJ without mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a debt and somebody gon' pay on it
I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Duke]
I got a gun it got auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on they neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't wait 'til greatness so they got to wait on it
N***as too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These n***as too slimy and playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship (Ball)
These n***as some hoes, I'ma go off the rip
Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
I sent her back there just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip
He wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh
[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a GOAT so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I fucked that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes