Rob Twizz, Bizarre - Machine Gun Clips lyrics
[Rob Twizz, Bizarre - Machine Gun Clips lyrics]
You know what I'm saying like I don't
See like how you can like
Listen to that and not like be
Like that's doesn't move me man
That ain't it chief, that ain't it
Chief, that ain't it chief, that ain't
It chief, y-y you the rap devil
M maybe when hell freeze
I squeeze machine gun clips till it's empty
(ah)
(Brrr) Yo Em hit me up I heard
Fuckboy tryna come for the crown
Got albanians posted up in Detroit right now
Your mom left you like a blind left
You I come to Cleveland get down
You 6'4 I got 6 4's make
A pussy boy hit the ground
And I've been a beast fuck a
Friend I'd rather make an enemy
Catch your face all up in Puff's ass
You a bad boy human centipede Tell
Me lace up I choke you with the
Same shoes strings on your nmds
How the fuck you Machine Gun Kelly when
The real one come from Tennessee (haaaa)
You feminine e-s-t straight estrogen
Real bad boys get the benjamin you a
Ain't not rap devil don't back peddle
When machine guns hit's your ligaments
'Real Slim Shady can't stand' up but you
On your knees sucking diddy's dick
Think you rap nice 'cuz you rap fast
For rap fans ain't that stupid
My man shooting like we see
Through em like Sambuca
Heard your first name's Little
Richard that just
Makes you sound a little bitcher
Single dad from the midwest I could make
Your baby mom a little richer wild boy
(wild boy) , this ain't it (this ain't it)
4th of July seen a cracker get lit
One more tip, get off me or change dick
Only time you had a hit
'cuz Camila on that shit (that's a fact)
Think you slick say you (bitch where?)
David Blaine you gon' me to Trick Trick
Cock back yo Biz' let it rip like Ray
J hat we gon' move every clip
The bounty hunter's looking for me
(bounty hunter's looking for me)
This bad bitch cooking for me
(bad bitch cooking for me)
Roll another big swisher
(roll another big swisher)
You suck like Matt Patricia (what's up?)
T-these percs' ain't got no tylenols
I be trippin' off these adderals (all night)
And Cleveland long
Bout to do a drive by on MG (gunshot)
We snatchin' niggas necklace
(snatchin' niggas necklace) , we starvin'
We eating niggas breakfast (yeah)
They tough but I'm tougher
(yeah) , they rough but I'm rougher (yeah)
Left, right I hurt niggas
Big 45 I murk niggas
Don't ever speak on my team
Or get shot with the beam
Fuck it, okay
I'm gonna hit them with
The bed night chapter
It's a bout to be another dead white rapper
TMZ gon' put the headline after he the
Second bad boy that turned past
The fuck the who the fakest ever
This gon' take a second
Interscope had to pay the
Player's record 'gang
Gang' but you never raised a weapon (facts)
Tell me, how your nickname
Gonna, gonna do this, gonna
Do that, never got to it, gonna do jack
Never been
Shot, never been stabbed, never did
Dirt, never did bad
Came for the birds not for the track please
Don't bitch
See like how you can like
Listen to that and not like be
Like that's doesn't move me man
That ain't it chief, that ain't it
Chief, that ain't it chief, that ain't
It chief, y-y you the rap devil
M maybe when hell freeze
I squeeze machine gun clips till it's empty
(ah)
(Brrr) Yo Em hit me up I heard
Fuckboy tryna come for the crown
Got albanians posted up in Detroit right now
Your mom left you like a blind left
You I come to Cleveland get down
You 6'4 I got 6 4's make
A pussy boy hit the ground
And I've been a beast fuck a
Friend I'd rather make an enemy
Catch your face all up in Puff's ass
You a bad boy human centipede Tell
Me lace up I choke you with the
Same shoes strings on your nmds
How the fuck you Machine Gun Kelly when
The real one come from Tennessee (haaaa)
You feminine e-s-t straight estrogen
Real bad boys get the benjamin you a
Ain't not rap devil don't back peddle
When machine guns hit's your ligaments
'Real Slim Shady can't stand' up but you
On your knees sucking diddy's dick
Think you rap nice 'cuz you rap fast
For rap fans ain't that stupid
My man shooting like we see
Through em like Sambuca
Heard your first name's Little
Richard that just
Makes you sound a little bitcher
Single dad from the midwest I could make
Your baby mom a little richer wild boy
(wild boy) , this ain't it (this ain't it)
4th of July seen a cracker get lit
One more tip, get off me or change dick
Only time you had a hit
'cuz Camila on that shit (that's a fact)
Think you slick say you (bitch where?)
David Blaine you gon' me to Trick Trick
Cock back yo Biz' let it rip like Ray
J hat we gon' move every clip
The bounty hunter's looking for me
(bounty hunter's looking for me)
This bad bitch cooking for me
(bad bitch cooking for me)
Roll another big swisher
(roll another big swisher)
You suck like Matt Patricia (what's up?)
T-these percs' ain't got no tylenols
I be trippin' off these adderals (all night)
And Cleveland long
Bout to do a drive by on MG (gunshot)
We snatchin' niggas necklace
(snatchin' niggas necklace) , we starvin'
We eating niggas breakfast (yeah)
They tough but I'm tougher
(yeah) , they rough but I'm rougher (yeah)
Left, right I hurt niggas
Big 45 I murk niggas
Don't ever speak on my team
Or get shot with the beam
Fuck it, okay
I'm gonna hit them with
The bed night chapter
It's a bout to be another dead white rapper
TMZ gon' put the headline after he the
Second bad boy that turned past
The fuck the who the fakest ever
This gon' take a second
Interscope had to pay the
Player's record 'gang
Gang' but you never raised a weapon (facts)
Tell me, how your nickname
Gonna, gonna do this, gonna
Do that, never got to it, gonna do jack
Never been
Shot, never been stabbed, never did
Dirt, never did bad
Came for the birds not for the track please
Don't bitch