Bullets

[Call Sign] He is the creator and sustainer of all the worlds, whether those worlds are known or unknown to mankind [Verse 1] It's about to be a viewer vine, bitch, get the clip/ Throw the whole screenplay away; flip the script/ You can make it rain but I talk and the bitch'll strip/ My ego so big you gone need a fuckin' lift assist/ I rip this shit to bits, I'm a great white/ Cut a motherfucka to the core; steak knife/ This ain't recess mothafucka, I don't play nice/ I'm the grim reaper mothafucka, I take lives/ Bullets bussin', got 'em playin' duck, duck, goose/ You fucked with me, so you done fucked up huge/ Tell them hoes lay it down for the buck cut loose/ I'ma make big money, like 'Yup. Fuck Scrooge.'/ If you really wanna do it you can face the arsenal/ Erase the mistake cause your error wasn't marginal/ You think you the pope, bitch? not even a cardinal/ Time to start acrtin' like a man, bitch; Barbasol// [Hook] (X2) Go put the bullets in the gun/ Bitch, we ain't playin' wit you none/ Bet you them bitches gonna run/ So go put the bullets in the gun, put the bullets in the gun// [Verse 2] You ain't stoppin' me none, nope, I'm not goin'/ Pull up at the mothafuckin' spot with the Glock showin'/ Put a couple rounds in ya cap; ya mop glowin'/ Knockin' mothafuckas in the gutter; shot bowlin'/ I leave ya top stolen, bitch; hatchback/ It's 'bout to go down, ninja, like the NASDAQ/ I know my fam got my back; Aflac/ Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at/ I keep a fat sack, and a blunt wrap/ Stay on point, sharp; more than a thumbtack/ Where the boys at? where the guns at?/ What you getting into, done that/ I run that; treadmill/ Sarah Lee, I'm 'bout to sign a big bread deal/ Ain't no use in runnin'; stand dead still/ Go ahead and tell the world how the lead feel// [Hook] (X2) Go put the bullets in the gun/ Bitch, we ain't playin' wit you none/ Bet you them bitches gonna run/ So go put the bullets in the gun, put the bullets in the gun// [Verse 3] What you end up fuckin' wit now? the top clown/ Bitches get like enemy planes, shot down/ English teachers lovin' this shit cause I rock nouns/ Turn you into Swiss fuckin' cheese wit some Glock rounds/ Put it on lock-down; penitentiary/ If that bitch is snitchin', better not mention me/ Cause you'll get burned boy, to the tenth degree/ I got a million man squad; infantry/ So why you temptin' me? cause you know I pull it/ You laid them 6s out of turn, boy; bullshit!/ You think you magic man? then come and bite the bullet/ Bitch, I go fuckin' ham, I straight up do it foolish/ And every time I do it, I do it cocky/ I knock 'em out in the first round, fuck Rocky!/ You wanna get squirrelly, then leap froggy/ I wet 'em up to the core, bitch; soggy// [Hook] (X2) Go put the bullets in the gun/ Bitch, we ain't playin' wit you none/ Bet you them bitches gonna run/ So go put the bullets in the gun, put the bullets in the gun//