Lyrics Bullets With Names – Machine Gun Kelly feat. Young Thug, RJMrLA & Lil Duke
Look, I got a bullet with somebody’s name on it
I get up on ’em, I don’t need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin’ my nose like I got some c0caine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b**ch, showed my d**k, let ’em lay on it
I’m in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I’m pourin’ an eight on it
I f**ked a b**ch in a Wal-Mart, gettin’ Tootsie Roll
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
I had his b**ch in the back, what he didn’t know, hm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin’ for
I keep the polish, I’m not talkin’ steel toes
I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll
I get the bread, then I f**k me a centerfold
I bought a Perc’ like my name is Gorilla Zoe
Though I’m from the place where the killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass and showed the motherf**kin’ snakes
I took off my bandanna and showed my f**kin’ face
Rose gold bandanna, I tatted on my a..
Five thousand dollar soap, every time I bathe
I just told her, Maybe I mean what I say
I don’t really play and I hope you think it’s shade
I had to jump down and ain’t no remember ho
When I come back with this K, I’ma kill a ho
Thought I wasn’t gettin’ no syrup
I put my cum on her face but I’m pitiful
I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
All different flavors and all different flavors
Type of h*es, all them centerfolds, hey
Look, I got a bullet with somebody’s name on it
I get up on ’em, I don’t need no aim on it
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin’ my nose like I got some c0caine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b**ch, showed my d**k, let ’em lay on it
I’m in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I’m pourin’ an eight on it
Don’t say RJ when I mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a dead end, somebody gon’ pay on it
I got a bed and your b**ch wanna plank on it
Cut the c0caine with the creatine, ayy
F**k your dead homies and your memories, ayy
I got a gun, n**ga, auto and spray on it
I don’t do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on their neck and I swear I’ma stay on it
Can’t rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it
You n**gas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I f**k on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
Get you down bad, I’ma blow out her back
These n**gas too slimy, I’m playin’ with the sack
I got this stick, I’m equipped
Why I say ballin’ like we won a ‘ship
These n**gas are h*es, I’ma go all the way
Walk through the back, like, take me to the VIP
I send her back just to get some more hip
.. police officer lip
Gaνe her the D, now she lovin’ the Crip
If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh
Look, I got a bullet with somebody’s name on it
I get up on ’em, I don’t need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin’ my nose like I got some c0caine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b**ch, showed my d**k, let ’em lay on it
I’m in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I’m pourin’ an eight on it
I f**ked a b**ch in a Wal-Mart, gettin’ Tootsie Roll
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
I had his b**ch in the back, what he didn’t know, hm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin’ for
I keep the polish, I’m not talkin’ steel toes…
➤ Written by Ronny J, Lil Duke, RJmrLA, Young Thug & Machine Gun Kelly
Album: Tickets To My Downfall
Produced by Wonda & Ronny J
Machine Gun Kelly | Young Thug | Lil Duke | RJmrLA | 2020
