Bullets With Names mgk (Ft. Lil Duke, RJmrLA & Young Thug)
"Bullets With Names" by MGK (Ft. Lil Duke, RJmrLA & Young Thug) is a 2020 #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, street life, and the struggles of fame. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance and survival amidst adversity. Unique elements include a blend of melodic hooks and hard-hitting verses, reflecting the artists' backgrounds. The song resonates with listeners for its raw authenticity and vibrant energy, contributing to MGK's ongoing evolution in the hip-hop scene.
[Intro: Young Thug, Machine Gun Kelly & Sammi Giancola]
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 G.O.A.T. 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
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I fucked that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n 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, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes
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 G.O.A.T. 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
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I fucked that bitch at the Walmart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n 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, uh
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a craps game, what they hittin' fo'?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes
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