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Album Name
Bullets With Names
Artist
Machine Gun Kelly
Genre
랩/힙합
Release Date
2020.03.13
Release Agency
Universal Music Group
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Bullets With Names (Feat. Young Thu... - Machine Gun Kelly
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
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 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 in a Wal-Mart
gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had that pack at the Westend
no Smith & 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 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 the 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 bandana
and showed my fuckin' face
Rose gold bandana
I tatted on my a
Five thousand dollar soap
every time I bathe Ayy
I just told her
Maybe I mean what I say Ayy
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 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
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 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
Don't say RJ without 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
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 a sack
I got that stick I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won a ship
These niggas are hoes
I'ma go all the way
Walk through the back
they take me to the VIP
I send her back
just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat
and it's soft as a lip
Gave 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 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
in a Wal-Mart
gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had that pack at the Westend
no Smith & 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 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

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