Lil Duke

"Bullets with Names"

[Intro: Young Thug]
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 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 b*tch showed my di*k 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 f*cked that b*tch 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 b*tch 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

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I hit a seven And picked up The dinner roll 
I get the bread then I f*ck 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 motherf*cking snakes
I took off my bandana and showed my f*cking face

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
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 c*m 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)

[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 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 b*tch showed my di*k 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 b*tch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
f*ck 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 wait till greatness so they got to wait on it
n*ggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I f*ck on a granny, her hair and it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These n*ggas too slimey and playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship
These n*ggas 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

[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 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 b*tch showed my di*k 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 f*cked that b*tch 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 b*tch 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

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