Loco

Loco (stylized in all caps) is a single by Machine Gun Kelly, released on August 3, 2018. It is a part of his EP, Binge.

Lyrics
[Intro] Hated the most, so I keep my haters close Let 'em know I want the smoke So much bread I gotta boast This burner turn you into toast I'm so G, I don’t keep that pistol on me Ay, I'll beat yo ass you try to press that issue on me Ay, I keep a stash under all these zippers on me I got bitches blowin' like I got a whistle on me

[Chorus] Ay, can’t stop getting paper Ay, can’t stop rollin papers Ay, LSD and coca Ay, live la vida loca Ay, she gone feed me grapes Ay, we don’t go on dates Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste

[Verse 1] Tatted on my choker Shoppin' sprees at Dover I ain’t stopping shit till I’m 70 years older Slap me if I’m sober Yea, yea, yea, come over Fucked two girls that looked like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler

[Refrain] Back shot, back shot, back shot, back shot, right behind the backdrop Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop turnin' up like mascots Matlock, Matlock, Matlock, Matlock want me in them padlocks I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe

[Verse 2] Yea hoe, can’t get jammed hoe, I’ll be damned hoe Yea hoe, I’m the man hoe, from the Land hoe Yea hoe, out them bandos, to these bands hoe Sandals for my fam though - 3, 2, 1, takeoff Jets round the world with them And you know we gotta fly with the herb with them In the town, I’m a chief like turbo and them Shouts for the flow G Herbo and them I just got the cell phone workin' again I just got the styrofoam purple again Never make threats non-verbal again You already know how I'm lurkin' again Gunna

[Refrain] Back shot, back shot, back shot, back shot, right behind the backdrop Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop turnin' up like mascots Matlock, Matlock, Matlock, Matlock want me in them padlocks I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe

[Chorus] Ay, can’t stop getting paper Ay, can’t stop rollin papers Ay, LSD and coca Ay, live la vida loca Ay, she gone feed me grapes Ay, we don’t go on dates Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste Ay, can’t stop getting paper Ay, can’t stop rollin papers Ay, LSD and coca Ay, live la vida loca Ay, she gone feed me grapes Ay, we don’t go on dates Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste