Bullets With Names (feat. Young Thug, RJMrLA & Lil Duke)

Maybe he's next

Out here

He said what?

(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Machine Gun Kelly]

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 cocaine on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his bitch, showed my dick, 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

[Young Thug]

I fucked a bitch 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 bitch 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

[Machine Gun Kelly]

I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll

I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold

I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe

I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go

I just cut the grass and showed the motherfuckin' snakes

I took off my bandanna and showed my fuckin' face

[Young Thug]

Rose gold bandanna, I tatted on my a-

Five thousand dollar soap, every time I bathe (ayy)

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 (woo)

Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup

I put my cum on her face, but I'm pitiful (yeah)

I got a pack of them Skittles, bro

All different flavors and all different flavors

Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey

[Machine Gun Kelly]

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 cocaine on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his bitch, showed my dick, 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

[RJmrLA]

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 bitch wanna plank on it

Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy

Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

[Lil Duke]

I got a gun, nigga, 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 niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it

I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it

Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back

These niggas 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 niggas are hoes, 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

Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip

If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

[Machine Gun Kelly]

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 cocaine on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his bitch, showed my dick, 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

[Young Thug]

I fucked a bitch 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 bitch 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