MGK, Lil Duke, RJmrLA - Bullets With Names lyrics

Maybe there's a nat out here you said what?
Oh my God, Ronny

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
Wiping 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 her lay on it i'm in the trap house like
Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it

I fucked that bitch at the
Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho
He tried to front on me in
Front of friends and fam


I had his bitch in the back
What he didn't know
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got
Flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a the craps game
What they hittin' fo
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

I hit a seven And picked up The dinner roll
I get the bread then I fuck me a center fold
Eyeball the purp like my name is Gorilla Zoe
I’m from the place where the
Killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass and
Seen the motherfucking snakes
I took off my bandana and
Showed my fucking face

Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ay
Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe
(Ayy)
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I said"
(Ayy) i don't really play and I
Hope you think it's shade
I had to jot down the names to remember hoes
When I come back with this K I'ma kill a hoe
(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
Flavor type of hoes
All of 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
Killed me a goat so my
Jacket got stains on it
Wiping 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 her lay on it i'm in the trap house like
Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it

Don't say RJ without mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a debt and 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

I got a gun it got auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on they neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't wait till greatness so they
Got to wait on it niggas too sweet
I could just put my bae on it
I fuck on a granny
Her hair and it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too slimey and
Playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship
These niggas some hoes, I'ma go off the rip
Walk through the back
They take me to the VIP
I sent her back there just
To get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip
He wanna play, put his name on the tip

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
Wiping 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 her 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 fucked that bitch at the
Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho
He tried to front on me in
Front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the
Back, what he didn't know, hm
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got
Flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on the craps game
What it hittin' fo?
I keep em polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes