Machine Gun Kelly - World Series lyrics

Kells Who the f** wanna wit um We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the p**y like a bong, f** show business We in the jungle with the guerrillas We in the streets with the 4 wheelers Don't speak I am no witness You got beef put a end till you talk like long sentence period Motherf**er I'm serious Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm curious? He ain't living out them words He ain't used machine gun burst in the trap cause his a** got murked I'm talking in the 3rd I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the burgh You talking to a Cleveland motherf**er in the first So you better not get on my nerves, b*atch I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle Keep me seeing this purple Keep it banging like Kirko Work something, Twerk something b**h f** me now she worth something Gas tank on E, it worth nothing Try to stunt on me the worst coming Motherf**ers gonna need some plumbing I am the sh** I feel like eating something, feed my stomach, give me a rapper, make it 100, f** give em the hubble telescope, they couldn't see the younging No, f** it let em get a lil something, bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that ain't nothing Ery where I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing, Ery where I go I'm putting on, b**h I run it. Kells [Hook:] This song got a motherf**er feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling [x3] This song got a motherf**er feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling [x3] Picture me rich Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the wall like prince Picture your favorite R&B singer lookin at a picture on her phone Of my big Ol dick Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the king of my city Picture all this starting out as a dream, staring at a picture of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction Trying to make it happen from rapping. Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping My whole squad will turn to a fraction cause Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho, it's hard not to get caught up in its at all Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law Please God tell me it ain't true, tell me name on that paper work ain't you If you ain't snitching then why is you home, stupid decision b**h better get gone, 3 in the morning, I can't get rest so turn over pick up that 38 special, you bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on d**h row [Hook:] This song got a motherf**er feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling [x3] This song got a motherf**er feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling [x3]