Bull3t & Gun

You’re that it girl
Win every chip girl
James get a grip girl
Need you up in my world
Varsity in college
Suma cum laude
Won’t you come my way
Come see where I stay
The Competition you slay
But you do it the cool way
Tell me what I should say
To get some time in your day
I’ve Always done it my way
But yesterday’s not to-day
Tomorrow might be too late
So we should make it a date
And You just name a place
Lets try to shoot for 8
Asian fusion on ya plate
I’m checking boxes we relate
I can’t help but check you out
Did I. st st st studda
I’m straight intimidated
You a bad mutha fucka
Big bossy mamba jamba
You should come and meet my gramma
You should never mind your manners
Clear some time up in your planner
Know ya busy
But come on everybody needs a break
Celebrating over lobster and steak come get a plate
We just cruising pch
Got like 2 grams in blunt
Center console hand holding
We on love and other drugs
Never minding what it was
What we have is just enough
You and me have hella fun
You’re bullet I’m the gun
Bang
You’re that it girl
Win every chip girl
James get a grip girl
Need you up in my world
Confident yet guarded
And pretty like a starlet
Mascara round your eyes
And your lipstick color scarlet
I feel like I’ve seen you round
Eyes hazel hair is brown
I was upper upper east
You was living south of town
Oh ya
You must forgive me
Im sentimental and very mental
Never mind the sexual
I’m more into intellectual
I’m the type to wax poetic
At times i can be prophetic
And i like to take my time
Till I’ve sorted all the metrics
And my, my first impression
Was we were fitting like tetris
The style was just way too precious
To forget it or dead it
So come on
We on a ride and its a hell of vibe
And that green paper you can’t take to grave when you die
So come on
Lets get it popping like no ones watching
Cuz any way you cut it girl that clock is still tick tick tocking
Uh huh
The night is young and this city’s on fire
Mixed you with the mary jane so i can’t get any higher
We’ve come to far to retire
Peeling rubber off the tires
Breaking land speed records even you can’t deny
Broke molds and old levels danced with you, not the devil
Revolutions like bike peddles its hard for me to settle
Cuz i can be meticulous and compulsive like all at once
But you and me have hella fun
You’re the bullet I’m the gun
Bang