Subway Surfers pt.2 ft.Malco by Bocko Lyrics
Chorus:Malco
Goofy kid done think he safe but homeboy we gon’ run ‘em
Smoke his pops, no Kylo thots, they slay him like it’s nothin’
Chicken pots, boy those red dots, will go off like he gushin’
Please don’t talk, we pop your thot, she whinin then we bustin
Tote them Glocks, we send em shots, they think we play percussion
Bitch I tackle them I stomp, see give kid a concussion
I’ll be chillin then I’m killin like it’s fuckin nothin
Bitch we is some animals we out her causin ruckus
Verse:Malco
Bitch I broke from hell and we swell let this .40 tell
Like it’s fml broke his shell “oh fuckin well”
Stomp eem in his face while in place yo bitch a fuckin waste
Skin his fuckin face leave no trace put me in a cage
Big boy talking shit smoke eem quick on some swisher shit
Beyblade let em rip gun on hip I done shoot yo lip
He say he a crip we got sticks come n meet me bitch
We gon catch a lick fuck a snitch his flesh we will rip
Verse:Bocko
Pull up to my spot I eat that rock wearin fuckin crocs
Your life we will cop fuck a opp shoot eem n his pops
Demons at his lot guns on block steamin super hot
Shoot you with that Glock uncle bob make eem milky rock
I was wit the team super clean drinking margaritas
I want something mean not no lean I’m to fast like a cheetah
Pull up to the scene end yo spleen I ain’t seen em neither
I will snatch yo ring And yo bling fuckin losers weepers
Chorus:Malco
Smoke his pops, no Kylo thots, they slay him like it’s nothin’
Chicken pots, boy those red dots, will go off like he gushin’
Please don’t talk, we pop your thot, she whinin then we bustin
Tote them Glocks, we send em shots, they think we play percussion
Bitch I tackle them I stomp, see give kid a concussion
I’ll be chillin then I’m killin like it’s fuckin nothin
Bitch we is some animals we out her causin ruckus
Goofy kid done think he safe but homeboy we gon’ run ‘em
Smoke his pops, no Kylo thots, they slay him like it’s nothin’
Chicken pots, boy those red dots, will go off like he gushin’
Please don’t talk, we pop your thot, she whinin then we bustin
Tote them Glocks, we send em shots, they think we play percussion
Bitch I tackle them I stomp, see give kid a concussion
I’ll be chillin then I’m killin like it’s fuckin nothin
Bitch we is some animals we out her causin ruckus
Verse:Malco
Bitch I broke from hell and we swell let this .40 tell
Like it’s fml broke his shell “oh fuckin well”
Stomp eem in his face while in place yo bitch a fuckin waste
Skin his fuckin face leave no trace put me in a cage
Big boy talking shit smoke eem quick on some swisher shit
Beyblade let em rip gun on hip I done shoot yo lip
He say he a crip we got sticks come n meet me bitch
We gon catch a lick fuck a snitch his flesh we will rip
Verse:Bocko
Pull up to my spot I eat that rock wearin fuckin crocs
Your life we will cop fuck a opp shoot eem n his pops
Demons at his lot guns on block steamin super hot
Shoot you with that Glock uncle bob make eem milky rock
I was wit the team super clean drinking margaritas
I want something mean not no lean I’m to fast like a cheetah
Pull up to the scene end yo spleen I ain’t seen em neither
I will snatch yo ring And yo bling fuckin losers weepers
Chorus:Malco
Smoke his pops, no Kylo thots, they slay him like it’s nothin’
Chicken pots, boy those red dots, will go off like he gushin’
Please don’t talk, we pop your thot, she whinin then we bustin
Tote them Glocks, we send em shots, they think we play percussion
Bitch I tackle them I stomp, see give kid a concussion
I’ll be chillin then I’m killin like it’s fuckin nothin
Bitch we is some animals we out her causin ruckus