Goodnight lyrics

[Intro]
*Cough*

[Verse 1]
Killer Kells!
Hold up, lemme get my 2's in (Woo)
The game open they doors for me
Man, tell me, who let you in? (Who?)
In a crack between the walls so small
You couldn't even fit your boots in (Damn!)
Dump heat whenever I speak
MC's six feet deep underneath all them tulips (Bah)
He shootin', shootin', MGK, man, he
Flow sick enough I just (Right), epidemic in the street (Damn)
Suck on my di*k and you will (Right)
Smoke a little weed, I get (Yeah) higher than a motherf*cker
'Til somebody holler my name in the street out like
Meet him, greet him, get his girl leaving
Guts, I beat them, baby, I keep them (Yeah)
[?]
I'm in England spending Euros, [?]
So instead of white, I'm European
Rap like crack, now you're OD'ing (Uh-huh)
Come up with any drama than my family ties
Then fold you like an accordion
And according to the crack in the sidewalk
All you lates b*tches (b*tch)
Now my door's [?]
I'll rip you off your f*cking hinges (Nah)
Quit pretending, pretentious, two b*tches come get at me (Come on)
Red dots all over your face like acne (Yeah)
Click, click (Hey)
[Chorus]
No need to buck shots, this a warning (Yeah)
I told all my dogs, "Stop, this my own sh*t"
Cut all that tough talk, or you will get mourning (What?)
Knuckles to the mugshot (Okay), happy Halloween, good morning
No need to buck shots (Nope), this a warning (Yeah)
I told all my dogs, "Stop, this my own sh*t" (Right)
Cut all that tough talk (Kells), or you will get more than (What?)
Knuckles to the mugshot (Yeah), homie, good—

[Verse 2]
Man, I could [*Coughs*] on this track and I bless it (Right)
Spit them AR clips out my mouth
I don't [?] because [?] (Nope)
Now I'm gonna [?] months with a comeback 4-5 bit like Jordan (Woo)
I make more money than your parents' salary combined
Plus yours recorded (Correct)
So please tell your girl to remove her jaws from the E-N-D of my di*k
Aw, what you eating?
You've always dining on the clint, so
Bye, bye, b*tch! (b*tch)
Do not touch Killer Kid, I'm flammable (Bah)
[?] like my flow's tangible
And I'll eat your ass like Hannibal (Ah)
I'm a motherf*cking animal (Ah)
Give me, like, one chance to prove to you [?]
Swoop through your motherf*cking hood
[?] like a can of Campbell's soup (Yah)
So you better thank [?] for letting me battle you (Thanks!)
'Cause I made your whole crew look like pussies
Turn around, I made a f*cking ass of you (Ah)
So now my sh*t all in your face
I earraped you on this track, let's hope I don't catch a case (f*ck)
No homo, but this faggot better recognize his place (Yeah)
Or a duck duct tape [?] straight to the—
[Chorus]
No need to buck shots, this a warning (Yeah)
I told all my dogs, "Stop, this my own sh*t"
Cut all that tough talk, or you will get mourning (What?)
Knuckles to the mugshot (Okay), happy Halloween, good morning
No need to buck shots (Nope), this a warning (Yeah)
I told all my dogs, "Stop, this my own sh*t" (Right)
Cut all that tough talk (Kells), or you will get more than (What?)
Knuckles to the mugshot (Yeah), homie, good— (Hey, hey, hey)

[Outro]
Hey, this MGK in the cup of verse wit' your boy
Holla my manager Donte Airbrush
A.K.A Sly
Cellphone number: 216-255-13-36
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