Bullets With Names

Em
[?]
Em
Out here
Em
He said what?
Em
Oh my God, Ronny


[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
              Em
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's
 name on it
        Em
I get up on 'em, I don't need no 
aim on it
          Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got 
stains on it
         Em
Wipin' my nose like I got 
some cocaine on it
               Em
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a 
plate on it
               Em
Called up his bitch, showed my dick,
 let 'em lay on it
           Em
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and
 Zay on it
        Em
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight 
on it


[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
           Em
I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, 
gettin' Tootsie Roll
         Em
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no 
Smith though
             Em
He tried to front on me in front his
 friends and fam
          Em
I had his bitch in the back, what he
 didn't know, hm
         Em
I came a long way from bando
       Em
Now my boss is a flavor of candy 
corn
            Em
I walked up on a crack gang, what 
they hittin' for?
           Em
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' 
steel toes


[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
        Em
I hit a seven and picked up a dinner
 roll
          Em
I get the bread, then I fuck me a 
centerfold
           Em
I bought a Perc' like my name is 
gorilla
                    Em
Though I'm from the place where the 
killers and sinners go
       Em                          
I just cut the grass and showed the
          Em
 motherfuckin' snakes
       Em
I took off my bandanna and showed my
 fuckin' face


[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Em
Rose gold bandanna, I tatted on my 
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Em
Five thousand dollar soap, every 
time I bathe (Ayy)
Em
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what 
I say" (Ayy)
Em
I don't really play and I hope you 
think it's shade
Em
I had to jump down and ain't no 
remember ho
Em
When I come back with this K, I'ma 
kill a ho (Woo)
Em
Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
Em
I put my cum on her face but I'm 
pitiful (Yeah)
Em
I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
Em
All different flavors and all 
different flavors
              Em
Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, 
hey


[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
              Em
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's
 name on it
        Em
I get up on 'em, I don't need no 
aim on it
          Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got 
stains on it
         Em
Wipin' my nose like I got 
some cocaine on it
               Em
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a 
plate on it
               Em
Called up his bitch, showed my dick,
 let 'em lay on it
           Em
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and
 Zay on it
        Em
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight 
on it


[Verse 4: RJmrA ]
Em
Don't say RJ when I mrA  on it
Em
Got a machine gun and it got a K on 
it
Em
You got a dead end, somebody gon' 
pay on it
Em
I got a bed and your bitch wanna 
plank on it
Em
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, 
ayy
Em
Fuck your dead homies and your 
memories, ayy


[Verse 5: Lil Duke]
Em
I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray 
on it
Em
I don't do layaway, I cannot pay on 
it
Em
Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma 
stay on it
Em
Can't rush my greatness so they 
gotta wait on it
Em
You niggas too sweet, I could just 
put my bae on it
Em
I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got
 gray on it
Em
Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her 
back
Em
These niggas too slimy, I'm playin' 
with the sack
Em
I got this stick, I'm equipped
Em
Why I say ballin' like we won a 
'ship?
Em
These niggas are hoes, I'ma go all 
the way
Em
Walk through the back, like, "Take 
me to the VIP"
Em
I send her back just to get some 
more hip
Em
[?] police officer lip
Em
Gave her the D, now she lovin' the 
Crip
Em
If he wanna play, got his name on 
the tip, uh


[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
              Em
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's
 name on it
        Em
I get up on 'em, I don't need no 
aim on it
          Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got 
stains on it
         Em
Wipin' my nose like I got 
some cocaine on it
               Em
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a 
plate on it
               Em
Called up his bitch, showed my dick,
 let 'em lay on it
           Em
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and
 Zay on it
        Em
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight 
on it


[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
           Em
I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, 
gettin' Tootsie Roll
         Em
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no 
Smith though
             Em
He tried to front on me in front his
 friends and fam
          Em
I had his bitch in the back, what he
 didn't know, hm
         Em
I came a long way from bando
       Em
Now my boss is a flavor of candy 
corn
            Em
I walked up on a crack gang, what 
they hittin' for?
           Em
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' 
steel toes