Bullets With Names chords

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & Young Thug]
[Em][?]
[Em]Out here
[Em]He said what?
[Em]Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I got a [Em]bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up[Em] on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a [Em]ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my[Em] nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his [Em]coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b[Em]itch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
I'm in the [Em]trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a [Em]soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I fucked a [Em]bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had to [Em]pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
He tried to f[Em]ront on me in front his friends and fam
I had his [Em]bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hm
I came a [Em]long way from bando
Now my [Em]boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up [Em]on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?
I keep the [Em]polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
I hit a [Em]seven and picked up a dinner roll
I get the [Em]bread, then I fuck me a centerfold
I bought a [Em]Perc' like my name is gorilla
Though I'm from the [Em]place where the killers and sinners go
I just [Em]cut the grass and showed the motherfuc[Em]kin' snakes
I took [Em]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
Type of hoes, [Em]all them centerfolds, hey

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I got a [Em]bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up[Em] on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a [Em]ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my[Em] nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his [Em]coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b[Em]itch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
I'm in the [Em]trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a [Em]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]
Look, I got a [Em]bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up[Em] on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Kill me a [Em]ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my[Em] nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his [Em]coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b[Em]itch, showed my dick, let 'em lay on it
I'm in the [Em]trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a [Em]soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I fucked a [Em]bitch in a Wal-Mart, gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had to [Em]pack, had the Wesson, no Smith though
He tried to f[Em]ront on me in front his friends and fam
I had his [Em]bitch in the back, what he didn't know, hm
I came a [Em]long way from bando
Now my [Em]boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up [Em]on a crack gang, what they hittin' for?
I keep the [Em]polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes