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Bullets With Names (Clean) - 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