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Bullets With Names (feat. Young Thug, RJmrLA & Lil Duke)
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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
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