ฟังเพลงBullets With Names (Clean)

Song: Bullets With Names

Artist: Machine Gun Kelly, Young Thug, RJmrLA, Lil Duke

Out here

He said what?

Oh my God, Ronny

Look, I got a ****** 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 ******* on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his *****, showed my ****, 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

I ****ed a ***** 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 ***** 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 a dinner roll

I get the bread, then I **** me a centerfold

I bought a Perc' like my name is gorilla

Though I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go

I just cut the grass and showed the mother****in' snakes

I took off my bandanna and showed my mother****in' face

Rose gold bandanna, I tatted all my-, ayy

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

Look, I got a ****** 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 ******* on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his *****, showed my ****, 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

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 ***** wanna plank on it

Cut the ******* with the creatine, ayy

**** your dead homies and your memories, ayy

I got a gun, *****, auto and spray on it

I don't do layaway, 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 *****s too sweet, I could just put my bae on it

I **** on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it

Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back

These *****s 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 *****s 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

Look, I got a ****** 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 ******* on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his *****, showed my ****, 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

I ****ed a ***** 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 ***** 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