Intro: Young Thug 
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 Wal-Mart in Tussin Row 
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho 
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam 
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know 
I came a long way from bandos 
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole 
I walked up on a the 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 seen the motherfucking snakes 
I took off my bandana and showed my fucking face 

Verse 2: Young Thug 
Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ay 
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 hoe (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 them 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 till greatness so they got to wait on it
Niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I fuck on a granny, her hair and it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too slimey and playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship
These niggas 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, put his name on the tip

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 Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hm
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on the craps game, what it hittin' fo?
I keep em polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes