Bullets With Names (Explicit)

Bullets With Names (Explicit) - mgk/Young Thug/RJmrLA/Lil Duke

Lyrics by：Colson Baker/Jeffery Williams/Martinez Arnold/Rodney Brown Jr./Ronald Spencer

Composed by：Colson Baker/Jeffery Williams/Martinez Arnold/Rodney Brown Jr./Ronald Spencer

Machine Gun Kelly/Young Thug：

Out here

He said what

Oh my God Ronny

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 c*****e on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his b***h showed my d**k 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 f**ked a b***h 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 b***h 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 f**k 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 motherf**kin' snakes

I took off my bandanna and showed my f**kin' 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 h*es 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 c*****e on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his b***h showed my d**k 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 b***h wanna plank on it

Cut the c*****e with the creatine ayy

F**k your dead homies and your memories ayy

Lil Duke：

I got a gun n***a 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 n***as too sweet I could just put my bae on it

I f**k on a granny her hair it got gray on it

Get you down bad I'ma blow out her back

These n***as 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 n***as are h*es 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 c*****e on it

Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it

Called up his b***h showed my d**k 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

Post-Young Thug：

I f**ked a b***h 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 b***h 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