MGK, Waka Flocka Flame - Wild Boy lyrics
MGK [Machine Gun Kelly] Colson Baker [Cleveland, Ohio, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[MGK, Waka Flocka Flame - Wild Boy lyrics]
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
Kells, I'm a east side Cleveland wild boy
East side Cleveland wild boy
We got baseball bats like the Indians
And my team pop off like Cowboys
You a "white-flag, throw-that-towel" boy
I'm a "jump-right-in-that-crowd" boy
You a "shhh, keep-it down" boy
And I'm a "fuck you, blow-that-loud" boy
All I know is how to kill
Every one of my cells
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 from Miguel
Bring it back into the States
Put it on a scale
Measure it at half a eighth
Put it in a shell split it then I roll it
Then light it up like it's Independence Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snapback with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levi's, put your kitty on it
Start grindin' like the Clipse is on it
Drink it 'til I get pissy, biatch
Smoke it 'til I get dizzy, biatch
Lose control like Missy, but I'm a
Bad Boy 'cause I'm with Diddy, bitch!
There he go, that's John Doe (Oh)
There he go, that's John Doe (Oh)
Yeah, there he go, that's John Doe
Nevermind, that's just Kells with that heat
No LeBron though
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
Bricksquad! Uh oh, here come that bullshit
Beat a nigga ass 'til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit
Jump up in the crowd, bitch
I'm so mothafuckin' violent
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, I'm with Steve-O
We bustin' bottles with bad bitches
Blowin' weed smoke
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, I'm with Steve-O
Royal Rumble in the club, John Ce-No
I'm screamin' "Riverdale" everywhere I go
I throw them bands ho, drop it low
Fuck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls, bitch, call me Goku
(yeah) This liquor got the best of me
(yeah!, No) 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
Yeah, Cobain's back, yeah, Cobain's back
Got these crazy white boys
Yellin' "Cobain's back"
I call my weed Nirvana
Smells like Teen Spirit
And my pack's so fuckin' loud
You can't hear it! Ah!
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah, bitch, yeah, bitch, call me Steve-O
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth, I need O's
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
I'm a wild boy, I'm a, I'm a wild boy
(Wild boy)