Moonwalkers Lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

Gunner, Gunner 

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' 

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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 

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 

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 

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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) 

Hermes smell on him 

Bitch you know we comin' out the van 

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 

Space game with the Martians 

I don't ever do the norm 

Ayy we only steppin' out for the big shit 

Champagne supernova type shit 

Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha 

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