- Young Thug Bullets With Names 歌詞
- Young Thug
- [Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
[Verse 4: RJmrLA]
[Verse 5: Lil Duke]
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Out here
He said what?
Oh my God, Ronny
Look, I got a ****** with somebodys name on it
I get up on em, I dont 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
Im in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, Im 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 didnt 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, Im 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 Im 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 dont really play and I hope you thinkits shade
I had to jump down and aint no remember ho
When I come back with this K, Ima kill a ho (Woo)
Thought I wasnt gettin no syrup
I put my cum on her face but Im 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 somebodys name on it
I get up on em, I dont 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
Im in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, Im pourin an eight on it
Dont 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 dont do layaway, I cannot pay on it
Foot on their neck and I swear Ima stay on it
Cant 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, Ima blow out her back
These *****s too slimy, Im playin with the sack
I got this stick, Im equipped
Why I say ballin like we won a ship?
These *****s arehoes, Ima 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 somebodys name on it
I get up on em, I dont 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
Im in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, Im 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 didnt 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, Im not talkin steel toes
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