Wild Boy (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, Imma Imma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, Imma Imma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's

Imma eastside Cleveland wild boy, eastside Cleveland wild boy
We got baseball bats like the Indians, and my team pop off like Cowboys
You a White-Flag, Throw-That-Towel boy, Imma Jump-Right-In-That-Crowd boy
You a Shhh, Keep-It-Down boy, and Imma Fuck-You, Blow-That-Loud boy
All I know is how to kill everyone of my cells
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I'm in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
Bring it back into the States, put it on a scale
Measure it at half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it, then light it up like it's Independence Day I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snapback with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levi's, put your kitty on it
Start grindin' like the Clipse is on it
Drink it 'til I get pissy, biatch
Smoke it 'til I get dizzy, biatch
Lose Control like Missy, but Imma Bad Boy cause I'm with Diddy, bitch!

There he go, that's John Doe
There he go, that's John Doe
There he go, that's John Doe
Nevermind, that's just Kells with that heat
No LeBron though

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, Imma Imma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, Imma Imma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's

Here come that bullshit
Beat a nigga ass till the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit
Jump up in the crowd bitch
I’m so muthafuckin' violent
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch I'm with Steve-O
We bustin' bottles with bad bitches, blowing weed smoke
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I'm with Steve-O
Royal Rumble in the club, John Ce-no
I’m screaming Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw them bands ho, drop it low
Fuck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls bitch, call me Goku
(Yeah!) this liquor got the best of me
(Yeah!) this liquor got the best of me
Machine Gun Kelly Flocka, that’s the recipe
You gon' need King Kong if you step to me

Cobains back
Yeah, Cobains back
Got these crazy white boys yellin': Cobain's back
I call my weed Nirvana, smells like Teen Spirit
And my packs so fuckin' loud you can't hear it!
Ahhhhh!

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, Imma Imma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-O
I’m a wild boy, Imma Imma wild boy
I’m a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's