MGK, DubXX - Moonwalkers lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[MGK, DubXX - Moonwalkers lyrics]
Gunner, Gunner
Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what? Hella quarters
Like I'm 'bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain't even parkin'
We just spark it and fly
Frequent up in the sky, jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter, pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I'm so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins
I'm sayin'
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga
Yeah, fast life, hash pipes
Lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch
Steal off on last night super stoned
Where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel
Like you're on the moon talkin'?
Michael Jackson with my actions
I call this moonwalkin' (Nice)
Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods
I don't care who's watchin'
EST a fuckin' army, I'm the platoon sergeant
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga
Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
Tank full, goin' to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It's a Tommy Hilfiger day, ain't
Nobody realer than us, ayy
Ain't nobody triller than us, ayy
Birdman hands on 'em
(Brrr) Hermès smell on him
Bitch you know we comin' out the land
Shout out to the fans, early Monday mornin'
Haha i packed a Tulu bag high as fuck
Already soarin'
Where you goin'? Space station
Engine roarin' (Woah)
Gettin' face in the foreign
(yeah) sex tape like it's porn
Spades game with the Martians
I don't ever do the norm
Ay, we only steppin' out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga
Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what? Hella quarters
Like I'm 'bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain't even parkin'
We just spark it and fly
Frequent up in the sky, jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter, pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I'm so facetious, so indecent
Fuck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins
I'm sayin'
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga
Yeah, fast life, hash pipes
Lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch
Steal off on last night super stoned
Where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel
Like you're on the moon talkin'?
Michael Jackson with my actions
I call this moonwalkin' (Nice)
Movin' backwards, rollin' Backwoods
I don't care who's watchin'
EST a fuckin' army, I'm the platoon sergeant
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga
Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
Tank full, goin' to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It's a Tommy Hilfiger day, ain't
Nobody realer than us, ayy
Ain't nobody triller than us, ayy
Birdman hands on 'em
(Brrr) Hermès smell on him
Bitch you know we comin' out the land
Shout out to the fans, early Monday mornin'
Haha i packed a Tulu bag high as fuck
Already soarin'
Where you goin'? Space station
Engine roarin' (Woah)
Gettin' face in the foreign
(yeah) sex tape like it's porn
Spades game with the Martians
I don't ever do the norm
Ay, we only steppin' out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up
My nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca-Cola
My nigga where I'm from you get
Popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries
Nigga