Bullets With Names (feat. Young Thug, RJmrLA & Lil Duke) - Machine Gun Kelly & iann dior

Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man Pop me a Xannie I'm fast I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True religion, Buddha man My money stack tall as Ludacris afro And I swear I'ma shoot with that I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that I'm so fresh like dish detergent If you not fresh she so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that Yes you not cool, no you not bool I don't give no damn I'm not calling you boo My bitch she a jewel You can't prove a point, boy you know you so doomed You know you so doomed I swear I'm so lost with no clue Don't know what to do Over load, over load I over load on these niggas Ain't know how to milk these cows She made that dick grow now it's big like a tower Yaow, front pockets filled up with bands, no Bible Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man Pop me a Xannie I'm fast I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True religion, Buddha man My money stack tall like Ludacris afro And I swear I'ma shoot with that I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that I'm so fresh like dish detergent If you not fresh she so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that Pull up hop out the block, they tucking they tail like a hooter clan Dressed in all black, I'm always on the road, just like a Uber man We wrappin' and sendin' them packs Soon as they land we movin' em Blame it on the OG's, they influenced me on everything Count money nigga, I ain't juh met money, nigga I put lipstick on the 'rari, she say that's delicious Who that in that Crown Vic, he look suspicious (Shhh) I just jugged 100 pounds, I made a... Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands Dropped on the head of any nigga that want it man Pop me a Xannie I'm fast I'm so fast I'm so faster than Sonic man True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True religion, Buddha man My money stack tall like Ludacris afro And I swear I'ma shoot with that I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that I'm so fresh like dish detergent If you not fresh she so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Mmm, mmm, whoo Okay Get me out of this house And get me out of my head Get me a drink and cigarette I just need to go out 'Cause I can sleep when I'm dead Drop me off at The Rox on Sunset Hey, you Same time and the same place We can get shitfaced, yeah, yeah Hey, you There's a lot that I wanna say But that's for another day, okay Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye Let's get back in the car, it's time to do it again Light up a blunt and a cigarette (let's go) I went back in the bar and told her bring all her friends I don't even know where we're going yet Hey, you Same time and the same place We can get shitfaced, yeah, yeah Hey, you There's a lot that I wanna say But that's for another day, okay Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye (yeah) Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye (I'm fucked up) Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle, yeah Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye Kiss kiss, kiss kiss the bottle all night Hello, goodbye, yeah Goodbye, yeah