BULLETS Lyrics

He keep on talking, bet you see them bullets flying, people dying, mommas crying, these

females, they be lying

Man, that lil' boy ain't nothing, test my gang and they get wild

My evil twin he'll take your face off, you crack a smile

Ayy, my crew a pop him like a pill and have him tweaking

Man, all that talking put a hole up in his stomach, have him leaking

We shot his eye, now he blind, told him ain't no more seeing

My big bro will beat you up and have you dizzy like you drinking

I got my heater, we shot his mouth, his teeth hurt

That boy small like Peter, we blow him up like a creeper

That shorty said she want me, told her I don't even see her

And I'ma keep on stepping on these necks until my feet hurt

People knocking at the door, I won't answer

I've been counting so much money, that my hands hurt

You ain't with it, you don't wanna test my gangsters

Them bullets hit him, made him turn into a dancer

People knocking at my door, I won't answer

I've been counting so much money, that my hands hurt

You ain't with it, you don't wanna test my gangsters

Them bullets hit him, made him turn into a dancer

He think he smart, but don't know where to even hit him

We running around, if we spot him, man, you know we gotta get him

Them tools on the side, we catch a opp, man, we gon' drill him

He said it's beef he just like tea, man, you know we had to spill him

Want smoke, bet my mans'll get you lacedThem 223's, them 556's, bet they put you in your place, just like the tweet on the net

You talking stuff, you get erased

Like a tattoo on the shoulder, I bet the Glock could get him traced

I'm coming back like I never even left

You know this Glock like the whistle, and I'm just like the ref

You know I'm balling on the beat like I'm Curry, call me Steph

Man, I be cooking up with the bars just like a chef

People knocking at the door, I won't answer

I've been counting so much money that my hands hurt

You ain't with it, you don't wanna test my gangsters

Them bullets hit him, made him turn into a dancer

People knocking at my door, I won't answer

I've been counting so much money that my hands hurt

You ain't with it, you don't wanna test my gangsters

Them bullets hit him, made him turn into a dancer

People knocking at my door, I don't answer

I've been counting so much money that my hands hurt

You ain't with it, you don't wanna test my gangsters

Them bullets hit him, made him turn into a dancer

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