Bullets with Names

[Intro: Young Thug] Maybe there's a nat out here You said what? Oh my God, Ronny [Chorus: 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 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 [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I fucked that bitch 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 bitch 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 [Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] I hit a seven and picked up the dinner roll I get the bread, then I fuck 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 motherfuckin' snakes I took off my bandana and showed my fuckin' face [Verse 2: Young Thug] 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) [Chorus: 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 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 [Verse 3: RJmrLA] 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 bitch wanna plank on it Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy [Verse 4: Lil Duke] I got a gun, nigga, 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 niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back These niggas too slimy, I'm playin' with a sack I got that stick, I'm equipped YSL ballin' like we won a ship These niggas 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 [Chorus: 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 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 [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I fucked that bitch 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 bitch 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