Bullets With Names

Maybe there's a nat out here You 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 Wiping 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 pouring an eight on it I fucked that bitch at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam I had his bitch in the back, what he didn't know I came a long way from bandos Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole I walked up on a the craps game, what they hittin' fo 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 fuck me a center fold Eyeball the purp like my name is Gorilla Zoe I’m from the place where the killers and sinners go I just cut the grass and seen the motherfucking snakes I took off my bandana and showed my fucking face Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ay Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe (Ayy) I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I said" (Ayy) I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade I had to jot down the names to remember hoes When I come back with this K I'ma kill a hoe (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 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 Wiping 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 pouring 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 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 it got auto and spray on it I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it Foot on they neck and I swear I'ma stay on it Can't wait till greatness so they got to wait on it Niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it I fuck on a granny, her hair and it got gray on it Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back These niggas too slimey and playin' with a sack I got the stick, I'm equipped YSL ballin' like we won the ship These niggas some hoes, I'ma go off the rip Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP I sent her back there just to get some more hip Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip He wanna play, put his name on the tip 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 Wiping 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 that bitch at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho 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 bandos Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole I walked up on the craps game, what it hittin' fo I keep em polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes