Wild Boy (feat. Waka Flocka Flame) - Machine Gun Kelly & iann dior

I'm in hotspot, little hole in the wall, threw twenty racks, I just blacked out High as fuck, 'bout to pass out My swag in, your swag out Hit the stage, girls titties out When I hit the stage bring the city out Ballin' hard, 'bout to foul out Pop a bottle nigga, wild out Wild, wild, wild out Pop a bottle nigga, wild out I'm slim thuggin' with these Ray Bans I'm on a thug shit, campaigns That champagne need a bad bitch Icy wrist with with a icy neck Reach for that, I'll leave you wet Waka Flocka Flame in a place where Gettin' money ain't a crime So why you watching, wasting time Tell me are you ready Hit the streets and we wild out Club having we ball out And ain't watching no haters 'cus ya'll Can't fuck with us, can't fuck with us Can't fuck with us, we get crazy Come fuck with us, come fuck with us Hit the street, we wild out, Club having we ball out Come fuck with us x4 Pop a bottle nigga, wild out Money, money, no running out I don't know what you talking 'bout Tell me if you ready Bad bitch with a foul mouth What the fuck you hating for Give me your round of applause I'm in first place like Usain Too true like 2 Chainz

U ain't bout that life So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all U ain't bout that life So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that U ain't bout that life So you ain't never get it out the streets Dip and doge the police,. 'til I rest in peace U ain't bout that life So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya U ain't bout that life He flexin', he flexin' He ain't never flip a bullshit, flip a purp He don't know how they fuck for really keep He ain't never lose a doggy, he's fuckin' innocent He ain't have the weapon 30 times just to keep just to kill a bitch Them tattoos and that jury don't make you hardest And your coochy rap about it in your car garage You fake as hell, fake it, counterfeit You a fart under pressure, tell quicker than your boss Time to hit your hood with a bodyguard They so not squad, young'uns, they will pull your cars U ain't bout that life I could tell the same fucker on the streets or in jail but U ain't bout that life So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all U ain't bout that life So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that U ain't bout that life So you ain't never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,. 'til I rest in peace U ain't bout that life So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya U ain't bout that life Big ball and no bite, big mouth and no fight Flip this motherfucker fo' that bitch fine No matter but he ain't right Earned my G stripes as I'm livin' I'm a robbin' it Hell when Chelsea needs slap automo I'm with your friend Lucas He ain't 'bout that life, he ain't 'bout that life We know the boy gets talkin' 200 hundred rounds in your project At that same store barkin' I told what the fuck? They said Diddy is fucked Then all that false clappin', that gang bangin', throwin' the wrong sets up Manicurin' their nails and their toes 2020, get his... in his faces I'm 'bout that life, Yodi I'm a thin it like a Tobe The brick squad and the Dante Marv Who the fuck it? U ain't bout that life So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all U ain't bout that life So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that U ain't bout that life So you ain't never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,. 'til I rest in peace U ain't bout that life So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya U ain't bout that life You ain't 'bout that life, You ain't got no stripes You talked and took but you ain't tryna fight Let this fucker sell it all his life, he's so Aks somebody brought in the hood his whole life Talkin' 'bout you got prize, you work at Popeye's Ain't never sell no work, he was too scared to go outside Get up in that booth and he Tony Montana Ain't got a hundred grand, clamin' you king of Atlanta You ain't 'bout that life, young bitch you got a invention Virgins, don't let 'em fuckin' get you when you're splurgin' You ain't 'bout that life hoe, same signome Cause I can tell how you talk, it ain't signals U ain't bout that life So everything that growlin' a dollar you see over words, you never turn my back on y'all U ain't bout that life So just because his body full of hatin' tattoos in his face I can tell that U ain't bout that life So you ain't never get it out the streets, dip and doge the police,. 'til I rest in peace U ain't bout that life So just because he robs his liquors, got shot and locked up, I can still tell ya U ain't bout that life

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

Mmm, mmm, whoo Okay Get me out of this house And get me out of my head Get me a drink and cigarette I just need to go out 'Cause I can sleep when I'm dead Drop me off at The Rox on Sunset Hey, you Same time and the same place We can get shitfaced, yeah, yeah Hey, you There's a lot that I wanna say But that's for another day, okay Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye Let's get back in the car, it's time to do it again Light up a blunt and a cigarette (let's go) I went back in the bar and told her bring all her friends I don't even know where we're going yet Hey, you Same time and the same place We can get shitfaced, yeah, yeah Hey, you There's a lot that I wanna say But that's for another day, okay Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye (yeah) Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye (I'm fucked up) Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye, yeah Goodbye, yeah