Machine Gun Kelly

Machine Gun Kelly - The IllEST The realEST The trillEST lyrics

rate me

Ft. Bun B & Trae Tha Truth

(Verse)

Pessos, pessos, all I know is chase those

Everyday I wake up, all I drink is J-Mouth

My bitch is insane, all she want is anal

She cut blow with Dre now, bust it on the table

Errbody say they loyal, tell me what the fuck is they know

We ain't neva seen you bitches, come to San Diego

I ain't neva sell my soul, I ain't neva had no halo

Smoke J's big as eggrolls, hit that hose in caseko

Expect OG in Quevo, so-hanarasi angel

Came longer way from the kitchen, fryin' in potatoes

Aye you can talk all you want to

Cuz it will neva be on my pay, so

Y'all muthafuckas keep lookin', but can't nobody feel my space whore

(Hook)

I'm the realest muthafucka, I'm on some UGK

(Thrillest muthafucka, ya feel me, mane?)

(Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth)

Asshole kinda moody, hoe

Mexico with a plug called Julio

I been trappin' this brick out the studio

What the fuck you think I got this tulip for?

Know bout yo gat tryna screw me tho

When I pull up I be lookin' like a movie, hoe

Old school like Coolio, bitch, I got a suiter in the back

Nigga fruity-O, they must not know

I am the one that greed like the hood

I will come get ya, although never pull up at topezoes

Hop out and go for the price of your life, I got money

The flo, I'm bout that, homie, I bet you can't top that, homie

Money can't count that, homie, all go brief, the end drippin' off that, homie

Yeah, I got yo bitch on the side, she say she got ass

You only wanna boss that, homie

Tell her that now, prolly gonna finish on the block

'fore somebody go to tellin' out, homie

How they play unknown, neva stand down

These chains got me coolin' like a fan now

Ain't no brother tryna compete, that shit gay

Like everybody wanna be the man now

(Hook)

I'm the realest muthafucka, they call it murder high

(I kill this muthafucka, ya feel me, mate?)

(Verse 3: Bun B)

Original nigga I've never been cloned

Never been sober, I'm high like a drone

Smoking a cone, used to distribute cocaine in your zone

But shit, I moved on, to bigger and better

I'm smarter and wiser, so this shouldn't be a surprise

To see me pull up in a foreign the size of the shotgun

Shack where I used to reside, bruh

You gets to be in the gym, physically fit if you comin' for him

You already know that I'm comin' with them

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So don't get down cause you might get drowned

Cause I don't fuck around my brother, so don't make a sound

Just shut up till I hit you with the quarter pound, muhfucka

Anybody wanna catch a square, name the time and the place

I will be right there

Stand in the middle of the muthafuckin' street

Ready with them hands and I'm ready with that heat

Took all my feat that I've been, that I've looked

You can play if you want but you will get took

Bumpin' em bumps don't look so peace with a hook

Real quick have this bitch ass shook, look

I wrote the book on this thrill shit

25 years and I still spit

Rooting the mic and I kill shit

That's something you folks gotta deal with

Really a boss and I put in the work

Eager for legend and next for desert

Fuck with me and yo feelings get hurt

Then I'll put you to sleep and you'll nap in the dirt

(Hook)

Cause I don't feel this muthafucka

I was born the best and yes (I'm still this muthafucka)

(You feel me, mane?)

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