CHORDS: Machine Gun Kelly – Bullets With Names Piano & Ukulele Chord Progression and Tab
This is the chords of Bullets With Names by Machine Gun Kelly feat. Young Thug, RJMrLA & Lil Duke on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[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 on it
Em
I get up on ’em, I don’t need no aim on it
Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Em
Wipin’ my nose like I got some cocaine 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 fked 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 fck 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 motherfckin’ snakes
Em
I took off my bandanna and showed my fkin’ 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 on it
Em
I get up on ’em, I don’t need no aim on it
Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Em
Wipin’ my nose like I got some cocaine 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
Fck 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 fk 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 on it
Em
I get up on ’em, I don’t need no aim on it
Em
Kill me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
Em
Wipin’ my nose like I got some cocaine 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 fked 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
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