MGK - Get Laced lyrics

Uh, roll somethin', biatch
Kells, I'm so God damn gone I
Don't know where home is
Feeling real sauced up no boneless
I keep it G, fuck keeping up with the Joneses
Smelling so funky that you would
Think that I was homeless and the fans like
Kells stop playing with him
That girl's man like, bitch
Stop laying with him
And the haters on the internet
Tryna' be thugged out
But them dealers and killers man
I was staying with 'em
Eastside Cleveland to the death yo
Fuck LeBron, the Kid never left y'all
Forget the number twenty-three man it's EST
You see it tatted on my chest
We the best y'all
Couple stacks if you wanna get
A verse from me


Make a diss track if you wanna
Get a hearse from me
I got the gift already so
I fuck bitch ass dick
Shit if you wanna get the curse from me
'Cause everybody be wanting something
That I got leaning on me like a tripod
But I'm already leaning up with the liquor
They be running up like do or die guy
Kells on their iPod
And I'm fucking with these
Trees real heavy man, real real heavy man
Blowing up brown good
The shit's real pettigrand
Mix it with the red I
Be calling that shit spaghetti
I'll be all up in the mountains
Blowing on that white yeti, man
End of the day I'll be chilling man
What's new
I'm for the people not the rappers man
Fuck dude
I'd rather be a lame than rely on a name
Or rock sunglasses in the dark man, fuck cool
And the album coming soon y'all bear with me
Laced up, Chuck T's brought a pair with me
Hit 123rd for the sour Dies
Though I'm blunted in the car looking
Like a flare's with me
The people here with me hold
Me down, all dogs homie, no meow
That's why my circle as small as a
Penny cause ain't no-one sold me out
But funny how everyone knows me now
And before all this we had
The streets on lock, man, dub knows
Ask Ash what it was 'fore we book shows
Me and Slim in a one bedroom
No money no food but now
We eating good though
Now I could go (Where?)
Anywhere up there, all I gotta do is push go
Give me the green light meaning
Give me good 'dro
From a land far far away where the wood grow
And I'm staying real throwed like a pitch
Cop a whole zip put it in a dish
Blowing somethin' real real evil so
I call this witch
You got dirt so I call that ditch, you bitch

God damn!
See, see, they lookin' at me like "Kells
Why you keep doin' it to 'em?"
I'm lookin' like, "Yo, I'm bored as
Fuck, we live in Cleveland
What the fuck else am I 'sposed to do?"
You got your artists, you
Know what I'm sayin'
You got your artists lookin' like, "Damn
I can't rap anymore cause
He's so fucking raw"
But, but it's the shit I do man
Lace the fuck up
You already know what it is, Kells

Uh, The dope boys feel me
The suburbs feel me
Your girl definitely does
'cause she here with me
So really you don't have a choice
But to deal with me
And you like my shit, keep it real with me
(Biatch)
Matter of fact, let's keep this one hunnid
If I was pocket change I would be one hunnid
You would be a nickel, even when I'm nothin'
I was still a two fifties
Equaling out to one hunnid
So keep it one hundred
(What?) , Kells is that boy (Who?)
Who resuscitated the city, dog? That boy
(Who?)
Who got a whole coast behind him? That boy
(yeah)
So if you want the real, listen to that boy
(Baw) and I'm that boy
(Uh) , twenty years old (Hey)
With the world on my shoulder like a fur coat
Used to be square now I'm in a circle
Sipping Merlot, for real man? For sure
So about it you'd think I was from No Limit
(No)
Real white boy rap, dog, no gimmick (Nah)
Bringing the game back to life with no clinic
Because I let 'em see the real me, no tinted
(Wuh) so I'm in this
(Hey) , the new face of (What?)
Hip-Hop I gave the game a shake up
And this brand new change comes
In the shape of
A 6'3" blonde haired boy, lace up

Yeah, and I freestyled that
Whole goddamn verse
Nah I'm lyin', I'm lyin', don't
Even take that seriously, i'm just kiddin'
Ayo, Cleveland, what's up? (What's up?)
Fuckin' rappers that don't like me
What's up?
Shout-out to the fans, though, keep that, no
Fuck that
Shout-out to the goddamn fans, for sure
'Cause y'all don't keep me fuckin' doin'
Cool things like this track
But I got the album coming soon, man
So until them Lace Up! Yeah! Biatch!