Bullet lyrics

by

Yung Ralph


[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy
Goose with another one
Tellin' me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Goose got another one!
Thugger

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Just met a little b*tch with a long name
Motherf*cker had more letters than Tennessee (What?)
I go gorilla in the pus*y, (Gorilla, gorilla)
R.I.P. Willie B
I'm scared, I'm hidin' in the bushes (Ah, ah!)
Bleed red like a n*gga pushed me (Woo!)
Down to the ground like a motherf*cking pus*y
Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy
I had to catch a bullet (Gah!)
Catch a bullet (Gah!)
I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets (Fo, fo, fo!)
I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets (Click, clack, boom!)
Got so many guns on me, they think I'm a bully (Click, clack, bang!)

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
These n*gga pus*y (Woo!)
These n*gga act like they want it (Woo!)
Little n*gga better watch what you say
'Cause everywhere I go, boy, it's on me (Better watch what you say!)
She dark and tall like Naomi
House so big got a gate on it (Woah!)
No concave, but I skate on it (Woo!)
First time I f*cked her was in Daytona (Skeet, skeet, skeet!)
But ion't like water
Thugger, tell her how ya feel, homie
If a n*gga kill my mother (What?)
I'ma shoot him walkin' out the corridor (And what?)
For Mama Dukes I'll top ya daughter (Uh)
I hit you with the metal, no quarter (Nope)
I ain't broke, money never shorter (Nope)
Tour bus so big (What?)
I'm sh*ttin' on MARTA
I'ma kill him, I don't need no reason
Hey, but I only want the head just like a beanie, yeah (Beanie)
Money in the air, that's all I'm breathin' (Racks!)
And I only lose to you, you undefeated
Quan, telling me
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Just met a little b*tch with a long name
Motherf*cker had more letters than Tennessee (What?)
I go gorilla in the pus*y, (Gorilla, gorilla)
R.I.P. Willie B
I'm scared, I'm hidin' in the bushes (Ah, ah!)
Bleed red like a n*gga pushed me (Woo!)
Down to the ground like a motherf*cking pus*y
Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy
I had to catch a bullet (Gah!)
Catch a bullet (Gah!)
I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets (Fo, fo, fo!)
I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets (Click, clack, boom!)
Got so many guns on me, they think I'm a bully (Click, clack, bang!) (fah!)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]
I know all about these hoes, they not straight, please retain 'em
Ayy, we gon' treat em like an imp, they fade, we gon' paint 'em
Hey, I just wanna see that pretty bush on Kurt, no angle
Ayy, I'm gon' make that pus*y hurt, I don't get tired, no anal (Ooh)
I got a bankroll and a Bimmer
I got this ice on like a penguin
Gotta keep changing clothes when ya find me
Cookies, famous, I ain't talkin' Amos
And I'm quick to draw down with the steel, yes, stainless
57 thousand in the mouth, no dentist
And I just made a mil' in the year, ask my banker
And we hit 'em from the rear, boy, I know that they gon' thank us
Woah, all my dawgs wild, they can't tame us
Ayy, she play with balls, call her Serena
And we are rich bangers, bae, you can't change us
Draped you up from your neck to your ankle
Had to tell my brother Thugger Thugger, I (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Just met a little b*tch with a long name
Motherf*cker had more letters than Tennessee (What?)
I go gorilla in the pus*y, (Gorilla, gorilla)
R.I.P. Willie B
I'm scared, I'm hidin' in the bushes (Ah, ah!)
Bleed red like a n*gga pushed me (Woo!)
Down to the ground like a motherf*cking pus*y
Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy
I had to catch a bullet (Gah!)
Catch a bullet (Gah!)
I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets (Fo, fo, fo!)
I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets (Click, clack, boom!)
Got so many guns on me, they think I'm a bully (Sheesh, sheesh!)
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