[Flame] 🔥 Machine Gun Kelly - Moonwalkers Lyrics
[Intro]
 Gunner, Gunner
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & DUBXX]
 Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
 Pockets full of what?
 Hella quarters, like I’m ’bout to feed the meter
 Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
 We ain’t even parkin’
 We just spark it and fly frequent
 Up in the sky, Jesus
 Gave me high fives, Peter
 Pan full of yams
 Trees lit like Christmas Eve
 I’m so facetious, so indecent
 Fuck the world and leave it speechless
 Rock that jacket with the cheetah
 Look like Elvis with these sequins, I’m sayin’
[Chorus: DUBXX]
 Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
 Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
 Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
 Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
 Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
 Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
 Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
 Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
 What you call it when you feel like you’re on the moon talkin’?
 Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin’
 Movin’ backwards, rollin’ Backwoods, I don’t care who’s watchin’
 EST a fuckin’ army, I’m the platoon sergeant
[Chorus: DUBXX]
 Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
 Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
 Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
 Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
[Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly & DUBXX]
 Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
 I don’t roll it up if it ain’t gas
 Tank full, goin’ to the moon
 I can see the snakes in the grass
 You could never ever get us, ayy
 It’s a Tommy Hilfiger day
 Ain’t nobody realer than us
 Ain’t nobody triller than us
 Ayy, Birdman hands on ’em (brrr)
 Hermès smell on him
 Bitch you know we comin’ out the land
 Shout out to the fans
 Early Monday mornin’, haha
 I packed a Tulu bag high as fuck, already soarin’
 Where you goin’? Space station, engine roarin’ (woah)
 Gettin’ face in the foreign (yeah)
 Sex tape like it’s porn
 Spades game with the Martians
 I don’t ever do the norm
[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly]
 Ay we only steppin’ out for the big shit
 Champagne supernova type shit
 Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha
[Chorus: DUBXX]
 Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
 Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
 Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
 Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
 Roll up, my nigga, what’s the hold up, my nigga?
 Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
 Where I’m from you get popped, that ain’t soda, my nigga
 Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga