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 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
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it
I ****ed that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
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 center fold
Eyeball the purp 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****ing snakes
I took off my bandana and showed my ****ing face
Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ayy
Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe (Ayy)
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I said" (Ayy)
I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade
I had to jot down the names to remember hoes
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 'em centerfolds (Hey)
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
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring 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 debt and somebody gon' pay on it
I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
**** your dead homies and your memories, ayy
I got a gun it got auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on they neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't wait 'til greatness so they got to wait on it
Niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I **** on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too slimy and playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship (Ball)
These niggas some hoes, I'ma go off the rip
Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
I sent her back there just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip
He wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh
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
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, 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 bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes
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 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
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it
I ****ed that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
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 center fold
Eyeball the purp 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****ing snakes
I took off my bandana and showed my ****ing face
Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ayy
Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe (Ayy)
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I said" (Ayy)
I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade
I had to jot down the names to remember hoes
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 'em centerfolds (Hey)
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
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring 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 debt and somebody gon' pay on it
I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
**** your dead homies and your memories, ayy
I got a gun it got auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on they neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't wait 'til greatness so they got to wait on it
Niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I **** on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too slimy and playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship (Ball)
These niggas some hoes, I'ma go off the rip
Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
I sent her back there just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip
He wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh
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
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, 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 bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n though
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes
