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