Bullets With Names

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug, Machine Gun Kelly & Sammi Giancola] Maybe there's a nat Out here? You said what? (Oh my God, RONNY) [Chorus: 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 G.O.A.T. 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 [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I fucked that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh I came a long way from bandos Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'? I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] 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 showed the motherfucking snakes I took off my bandana and showed my fucking face [Verse 2: Young Thug] Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ayy 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 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 flavor type of hoes All of 'em centerfolds (Hey) [Chorus: 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 G.O.A.T. 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 [Verse 3: RJmrLA] 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 [Verse 4: Lil Duke] 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 rush no 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, it got gray on it Catch you down bad, I'ma blow out her back These niggas too slimy and playin' with a sack I got the stick, I'm equipped YSL ballin' like we won the ship (Ball) 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 to get some more hip Ass is so fat and it's soft as her lip Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip He wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh [Chorus: 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 G.O.A.T. 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 [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I fucked that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh I came a long way from bandos Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'? I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes