Bullet Express

Bullet Express is the debut single as a lead artist by Los Santos rapper Randy Bullet. It was released on January 14, 2022, through Wu Chang Records.

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Lyrics
 [Intro: Randy Bullet] All aboard the Bullet Express

[Verse 1: Randy Bullet] We're armed and dangerous When I see you on the streets, don't play with us CG strapped up ready, cleaning up, gangs be getting completely beamed up Bringing that smoke, ain't talking about Wayne My queen, yeah, she has back pain I'm in a Lexus, shift gears and I clutch up Moving like Stormzy, tell a fed "shut up" We lookin all merky, certi When I see your bish, she be acting all flirty If you pull up to me acting brazy You better watch out cause your life ain't worthy AK in hand, got the opps all nervy Jokemen moving likе their name's Eddie Murphy "Don't fuck with Randy", that's my motto Shout out to my drilla, that's Dodo Randy B, moving discreet Lеave your bredrins dead on the street Don't give me no chitchat 'Cause you get hit back, snap your spine like a Kit-Kat Drift on you like Tokyo Send you to the dock like a yo-yo We aim and shoot like Ronaldo Bobby selling that coco

[Verse 2: P Money & Randy Bullet] We break bricks and not bro-codes (CG) Whip G-Wagons not Volvos (skrrt) Fuck the ops and F the popo Dirty cash, I get lucky with no soap Gallery flex on these bozos Powerful ring on my finger, I'm Frodo Keep talking like you're straight outta Compton Sword in your back, straight out of K's dojo Haters you ain't getting me, so what you telling me, brudda? G, you ain't got the energy if you could better me Want it? You wouldn't wanna send it to me You're needin' therapy, nobody's buying what you selling me Cause you would never be clever enough to be ahead of me So fuck an enemy, run up and bang it like it's penalties Anybody thinking they're heavy, somebody thinking they're ready You're gonna need the judge, mayor, and the deputies Crack or coke when I whip this Broken souls holla me for a quick fix (holla) Girls coming with chest their business You man are getting excited for a nip slip (weirdos) A-P on my hip shit, pop that tyre and see the car kickflip I really made somethin' outta nothin' (gang) Legion Square Bank's my witness

[Verse 3: Big D] Chang Gang, yah yah We back in the cut Don't wanna step to me, I got the remedy Fuck around and put two in your gut I'm doing fine, I'm back on the crime But you over there look like Jabba the Hut This gang gang, building a dynasty So I recommend you not trying me I run from the cops on a BMX bike and I guarantee nobody finding me I got a taste for the finer things I bought her a pearl and diamond ring And with Randy, P Money, might hitta Wayne Play with the gang but don't leave me staying yuh yuh Ran up the side and we hit us a lick, mate, ain't that a bitch Got trauma and arrest, and we all gotta dip, fuck it, gang in the whip I stomp on the gas, 200 miles all up on the dash Wiked pass me the wet, man, I need to relax, puff puff and then I pass

[Verse 4: Wayne Biggz] I got 10 years, they got a whole lot Tryna lock me down like a mole rat Fuck the charges, we're going fall out Top shotta, man a cold cat Man a badman, man a gangsta Randy Bullet ah gon' shank ya Submarine gon' flank ya 10-CG fuck a Wrangler Fuck a Wayne, you in danger Take your cash like a wager Murphy Braun on retainer Pop shots 'pon a hater Shock you up like a taser Beam 'pon your head, laser Shoot to kill, we nah graze ya Six AKs in the Granger

[Verse 5: Wiked] I said six AKs in the Granger Man has got big man corn that'll shave ya Pull up on scene, got rank like a major Then he give me shit, now they all want a favour Man I saw your heartbeat down like Slater In the Trackhawk with Tony, I'm a skater Holding on a cocky, two hands like a prayer man I'm brucking up a bruck and then I gotta see you later Laying low, still stacking that dodo Mandem on top, still shouting that mojo Caught up to a shotta for the bud on the low low Running that kush got me movin in slow-mo Shotty in hand and the corn come bolo Out in the field feeling like N'golo Catching out opps and it's Marco Polo Dishin' out sweets, I ain't talking bout Rolo We're the Mandem, we don't play (nah) The north-west side where we stay (north-west) I got Tracy down, I got Lily clipped and won't talk about BSK I put fifty on my chain (fifty), I want fifty on his brain (on his head) And I could rise it up if I want but the unit response might just be insane (no face, no case) source: https://genius.com/Randy-bullet-bullet-express-lyrics

Certifications

 * [1] Certification data is based on combined plays from SoundCloud, Spotify, & YouTube Music.

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