Bullets With Names

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Out here
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He said what?
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Oh my God, Ronny

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Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
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I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
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Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
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Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
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Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
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Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
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I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
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I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

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I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
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I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
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He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
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I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hm
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I came a long way from bando
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Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
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I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?
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I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

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I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll
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I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold
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I bought a Perc' like my name is gorilla
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Though I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go
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I just cut the grass and showed the motherfuckin' snakes
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I took off my bandanna and showed my fuckin' face

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Rose gold bandanna, I tatted on my a-
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Five thousand dollar soap, every time I bathe (Ayy)
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I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I say" (Ayy)
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I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade
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I had to jump down and ain't no remember ho
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When I come back with this K, I'ma kill a ho (Woo)
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Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
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I put my cum on her face but I'm pitiful (Yeah)
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I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
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All different flavors and all different flavors
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Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey

              Em
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
        Em
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
          Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
         Em
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
               Em
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
               Em
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
           Em
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
        Em
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

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Don't say RJ when I mrA  on it
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Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
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You got a dead end, somebody gon' pay on it
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I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
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Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
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Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

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I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray on it
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I don't do layaway, I cannot pay on it
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Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
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Can't rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it
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You niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
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I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
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Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back
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These niggas too slimy, I'm playin' with the sack
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I got this stick, I'm equipped
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Why I say ballin' like we won a 'ship?
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These niggas are hoes, I'ma go all the way
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Walk through the back, like, "Take me to the VIP"
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I send her back just to get some more hip
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[?] police officer lip
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Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip
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If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

              Em
Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
        Em
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
          Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
         Em
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
               Em
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
               Em
Called up his bitch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
           Em
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
        Em
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

           Em
I fucked a bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
         Em
I had to pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
             Em
He tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
          Em
I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hm
         Em
I came a long way from bando
       Em
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
            Em
I walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?
           Em
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

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