Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
I’m an Eastside Cleveland wild boy, Eastside Cleveland wild boy
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys
You’re a white flag, throw that towel boy
I’ma jump right in that crowd boy
You’re a Shhh! keep it down boy
And I’ma f-ck you blow that loud boy
All I know is how to kill every one than myself
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 out a half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it and light it up like it’s Independence Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snap back with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levis, put your kitty on it
Start grinding like the Clipse is on it
Drink until I get pissy biatch
Smoke until I get dizzy biatch
Lose control like Missy
But I’m a bad boy cause I’m with Diddy biatch
Uh uh
There he go that’s John Doe
Uh uh
There he go that’s John Doe
Uh yeah
There he go that’s John Doe
Nevermind that’s just Kells with that Heat, no LeBron though
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need..
[Waka Flocka]
Brick Squad!!!
Uh oh here come that bullsh-t
Beat a n-gga ass til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild sh-t, mosh pit, pop off in the crowd b-tch
I’m so motherf-cking violent
Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O
We bustin bottles with bad b-tches, blowin weed smoke
Yeah b-tch yeah b-tch I’m with Steve-O
Royal rumble in the club John Ceno
I’m screamin Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw that Benz hoe, (hey shawty) drop it low
F-ck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls b-tch call me Goku
Yeah!
This liquor got the best of me
Yeahhhhhhhh!
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 f-ckin loud you can’t hear it (what?)
Ahhhhh!
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
Yeah b-tch, yeah b-tch, call me Steve-O,
I’m a wild boy, I’ma I’ma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, f-ck an eighth I need O’s
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