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

Maybe he's next Out here He 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 Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine 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 fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though He tried to front on me in front his 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, no I'm not talkin' steel toes 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 Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my a- $5,000 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 flavors Type of hoes, all them 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 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 Don't say RJ when I Mr. LA 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 Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray on it I don't do layaway, 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 the sack I got this stick, I'm equipped Why I say ballin' like we won a 'ship? These niggas are hoes, I'ma go all the way Walk through the back, like, "Take me to the VIP" I send her back just to get some more hip Hessie so fat in this police officer 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 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 I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though He tried to front on me in front his 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, and I'm not talkin' steel toes