Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, I'm I'ma wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, I'm I'ma wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
[Machine Gun Kelly]
I'm a east-side Cleveland wild boy. East-side Cleveland wild boy You got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like Cowboys You a white flag, throw that towel boy. I'ma jump right in that crowd boy You a shhh keep it down boy and I'ma fuck you blow that loud boy All I know is how to kill everyone of my selves. All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells I am untouchable you would think I was in jail But I'm in Mexico getting marijuana for Miguel Bring it back into the States, put it on the scale Measure out a half an eighth, put it in shell Split it then I roll and light it up like it's Independence day. I got a bottle rocket put it in the air Snap back with my city on it Text back wit yo titties on it Levi's with your kitty on it Start grindin like the clipse is on me Drinkin til I get pissy biotch Smokin til I get dizzy biotch Loose control like Missy, but I'm a Bad Boy cause I'm with Diddy bitch
There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe There he go that's John Doe Never mind that's just Kells with that heat (no no Lebron though)
Hook:
Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, I'm I'ma wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, I'm I'ma wild boy I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
[Waka Flocka]
Here coming bullshit beat a nigga ass till the dj stop the music They say they want that wild shit mosh pit jump up in the crowd bitch I'm so mother fucking violent Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with stevo-o We bustin bottles with that bitches blowing weed smoke Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with steve-o, Royale Rumble In the club John Ceno I'm screaming Riverdale everywhere I go I throw them bands hoe, drop it low, fuck 5-0, I make My own rules, suck my dragon balls bitch call me Goku (Yeahhh! ) This liquor got the best of me (Yeahh! ) This liquor got the best of me Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka That's the recipe You gon need King Kong If You Step To Me
[Machine Gun Kelly]
Cobain's back, cobain's back Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobain's back I call my weed Nirvana, Smells like teen spirit And my packs so fuckin loud you can't hear it (what?) AAAAAAAAHHHHH