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Bullet Wit Ya Name
by
Meek Mill
Featuring(s) : Mannywellz
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Them niggas talking reckless I get them gunned down Choppa style goons lurking when the sun down Niggas throwing bullets trying to get a touchdown You catch them like Fitzgerald nigga when that clip spill I've seen niggas go upstate with wills Beat their appeal make it home then get killed Cause shit real nigga up in Philadel I wet you and leave a hole in your head like killer whale Free Willy and Meek Milly He really bout that ask a nigga vouch that Pussy nigga softer than a pillow top mattress Rappers actors like Samuel L. Jackson Niggas throwing money, they don't even own a crib yet And they ain't send no money to their niggas doing the bid yet You ain't even buy that Playstation for your kids yet But you making it rain you a fucking lame I got a bullet with ya name on it Catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it Niggas talking that shit 'til we slide up on them start sparking that shit You get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed I have niggas looking for you like there's money on your head I'ma kill you when I catch you I'ma kill you ya I hear them pussies talking They talking reckless about me But when I see them niggas I going to catch some wreck a body I'm talking shots fired, got a man down Coppers walkie talkie, over stand down Shots still shooting choppers still chopping I ain't trap in like a year but the block still popping Niggas hating on me they don't got an option Cause I'm shining perfect timing Like a diamond VVS shit Niggas can't fuck with me I'm like their ex bitch I'm on that homicide ride or die x shit 44 revolver wild wild west shit Niggas talking reckless now they on my wreck list Death wish bullets hit your front back exit Ya hollow heads just to bobble heads And if we spot him there then we drop him there I got a bullet with ya name on it Catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it Niggas talking that shit 'til we slide up on them start sparking that shit You get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed I have niggas looking for you like there's money on your head I'ma kill you when I catch you I'ma kill you ya Many many men [?] But fuck a vest I keep a tec up on me Fuck his chest I hit his head hit his face and hit his neck when I squeeze fuck it Look we really do this here We all shooters here Thirty rounds in that four pound Ruger ya Come through here like you gon' talk shit out You won't be walking out you be walking down Bullets pounding from front to rear Doctors yelling clear and the nigga flatline He been dead shots hit his chest came out his backside We murder and snatch guys Take them to their stash spot Search the premises until some money holler jackpot I'm on my own, thirty shots in the clip of my chrome I'm on your top little niggas is on I know some real live street niggas I can hit on the phone And get you shot broad day in your dome I got a bullet with ya name on it Catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it Niggas talking that shit 'til we slide up on them start sparking that shit You get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed I have niggas looking for you like there's money on your head I'ma kill you when I catch you I'ma kill you ya
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