Machine Gun lyrics

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock n*ggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch it pound they nerves
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Fillin up out of the funk with a black and a black, two foes on lack
Never let a b*tch fall off, my n*gga better keep your ho on track
Man I thought it was Halloween, it was so many tricks out here treatin
So many candy ass n*ggas out here trickin off every weekend
And n*ggas be holdin them heaters but sh*t on themselves before it get real
I be makin them out of believers when I put the brandishing to steel
n*ggas vanishing for real, disappearing in the wind
Evaporating motherf*ckers with .45 for f*cking up (my in?)
Chimpanzee ass n*ggas tryn to f*ck with a King Kong
Banana clip will spill out and fill it in your ding dong
International, wear my bulletproof vest like it's a fashion show
Spiceberg Slim, cold as a motherf*ckin Alaskan tho
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a n*gga, have ya really ghost ridin the scraper
50-1-50, I can even show you the papers
Kill a n*gga, have ya real ghost ridin the scraper
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock n*ggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch it pound they nerves
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Knock em with the fo fifth, hit them with R, you can
n*ggas run up, they get f*cked up, but you can do all, you can
Try to do to save your friend, but they gon die in the end
When I'm off that juice and gin, ? just begin
Could'a been that swisher sweet that's still with the weed, no oxygen
And heard that motherf*cka go up on the road bend them blocks again
Trick it up ?? Forrest Gump, Lieutenant Dan
And hoverin over motherf*ckers like I was Chris Angel off a fifth of hen
Excuse but it's a bit too much to eat n*ggas up like double stuff
Hover your cookies and please don't push me, I jump over n*ggas like double dutch
n*ggas can wolf about such and such, I aim for the nuts and Shoot For The Face
I'm ??? and I burn up n*ggas up if you chosin to race
Hit em with venom and
You claimin you tough but you sweater than cinnamon
I'm off of that gin again
And I'll iron your face if you wrinkle my ?
I'm a n*gga that's sicker than
Motherf*ckers that think they're wicker than psycho
And I murder anybody in the middle of the night when I'm lookin on n*ggas like Michael
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Here they come of a pound of Bud
Swisher sweet, Hennessy, it sounds absurd
Knock n*ggas' noodles all around the curb
Hold the Mack 10 and watch it pound they nerves
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly
If n*ggas go run up we go Machine Gun Kelly