Machine Gun Kelly Bullets With Names Lyrics

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[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 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 'em 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

Related 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks NEW SONG: Joyner Lucas - 'Lotto' - LYRICS HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again -'Drop'em' - LYRICS [Young Thug:] I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though He tried to front on me in front his 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

[Machine Gun Kelly:] I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe Though 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 bandanna and showed my fuckin' face

[Young Thug:] Rose gold bandanna, 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 flavors Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey

[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 Kill me a ghost 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 'em 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

[RJmrLA:] Don't say RJ when I 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

[Lil Duke:] 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 the sack I got this stick, I'm equipped Why I say ballin' like we won a 'ship? These niggas are hoes, I'ma go all the way Walk through the back, like, "Take me to the VIP" I send her back just to get some more hip [?] police officer lip Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

[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 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 'em 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

[Young Thug:] I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though He tried to front on me in front his 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