Machine Gun Kelly – Bullets With Names chords
Chords:
[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Young Thug] Em [?] Em Out here Em He said what? Em Oh my God, Ronny [Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly] Em Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name onā it Em Iā get up onā 'em, I don't need no aimā on it Em Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stainsāonāit Em Wipin'āmy nose likeāI got someācocaine 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 [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] 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 [Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly] Em I hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll Em I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold Em I bought a Perc' like my name is gorilla Em Though I'm from the place where the killers and sinners go Em Em I just cut the grass and showed the motherfuckin' snakes Em I took off my bandanna and showed my fuckin' face [Verse 3: Young Thug] Em Rose gold bandanna, I tatted on my a- Em Five thousand dollar soap, every time I bathe (Ayy) Em I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I say" (Ayy) Em I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade Em I had to jump down and ain't no remember ho Em When I come back with this K, I'ma kill a ho (Woo) Em Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup Em I put my cum on her face but I'm pitiful (Yeah) Em I got a pack of them Skittles, bro Em All different flavors and all different flavors Em Type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey [Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly] Em Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name onā it Em Iā get up onā 'em, I don't need no aimā on it Em Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stainsāonāit Em Wipin'āmy nose likeāI got someācocaine 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 [Verse 4: RJmrLA] Em Don't say RJ when I mrLA on it Em Got a machine gun and it got a K on it Em You got a dead end, somebody gon' pay on it Em I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it Em Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy Em Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy [Verse 5: Lil Duke] Em I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray on it Em I don't do layaway, I cannot pay on it Em Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma stay on it Em Can't rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it Em You niggas too sweet, I could just put my bae on it Em I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it Em Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back Em These niggas too slimy, I'm playin' with the sack Em I got this stick, I'm equipped Em Why I say ballin' like we won a 'ship? Em These niggas are hoes, I'ma go all the way Em Walk through the back, like, "Take me to the VIP" Em I send her back just to get some more hip Em [?] police officer lip Em Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip Em If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh [Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly] Em Look, I got a bullet with somebody's name onā it Em Iā get up onā 'em, I don't need no aimā on it Em Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stainsāonāit Em Wipin'āmy nose likeāI got someācocaine 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 [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] 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 X