Bullets With Names歌词

作词 : Colson Baker/Jeffery Williams/Martinez Arnold/Rodney Brown Jr./Ronald Spencer
作曲 : Colson Baker/Jeffery Williams/Martinez Arnold/Rodney Brown Jr./Ronald Spencer
Maybe there's a nat out here
You 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
Killed me a goat 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 her 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 that ***** in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had that pack at the Westend, no Smith & though
He tried to front on me in front of 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 the dinner roll
I get the bread, then I **** me a centerfold
I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe
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 bandana and showed my ****in' face
Rose gold bandana, 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 flavor type of hoes
All of 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
Killed me a goat 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 her 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 without 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 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 *****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 a sack
I got that stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won a ship
These *****s are hoes, I'ma go all the way
Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
I send her back just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a 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
Killed me a goat 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 her 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 that ***** in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had that pack at the Westend, no Smith & though
He tried to front on me in front of 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