[Lyric] Bullet (Wyte Knight)

[Intro]
Ya I got chambers
Got a lot of chambers
Ya I got a lot of chambers
With bullets to fire back wigga

[Verse 1]
I got people trying to fuck up my day
I call a uber tell me where you stay
Wheres the choppas that like to spray
Dare you question my pistol game
I got to 2 big homies with fully automatics
Grabbing trigs like boobies it probably start static
Electrocuting through your heart like a pacemaker
Extra ripping through your heart until you bleed over dam

[Hook]
I got a chamber with your name on it
I got 2 chambers with names on them
I'm about to let this shit go
I can’t wait for the bullet to explode
Skirat
[Verse 2]
I don't play with boys like Michael
I can't say that my toy is big as Eiffel
I gotta to draw thе blood from temple
My words cut like a saw its that simplе
Locked in a straight jacket cuz I’m mental
Smoke from that white faggat wearing that mantle
I never choke even with my hand on the bible
Run up on me wigga we gon see
Talking shit trigga go shoot for me
All people do is talk shit from what they see
But really they just wanna sip a tea and be like me
They don't understand the world that they wanna see
I want to get a lot of bands to give to my family

[Hook]
I got a chamber with your name on it
I got 2 chambers with names on them
I'm about to let this shit go
I can't wait for the bullet to explode

[Verse 3]
I post on Facebook that ain't part of my day
I got these bitches shook that is part of wave
I got dudes on my dick like minimum wage
They call me a prick like something to say
These the same mother fuckers that don't know my name
Screaming Wyte Knight hoping my mood is gonna change
Catching me lacking on camera to gain some fame
Triggas on sight to make sure I don't smite this fame
I can't describe people as mother fucking haters
All I know is that I’m trying to stack papers
These people make YouTube look even better
Dam stop trying to cut my revenue wigga
I don’t give a fuck
I bet these people would love me to fuck
I'm not fucking gay get the fuck off my nuts
Stay in your place and stop acting teenage
[Hook]
I got a chamber with your name on it
I got 2 chambers with names on them
I’m about to let this shit go
I can't wait for the bullet to explode

[Verse 3]
Guns are one of hell of a mortgage
Blazing for fun you know I like the woundage
Crying from your son cuz another shot was a bandage
I'm standing on the ground cuz I stand it
They're laying on the ground cuz they don’t want it
Thats why I make em like Steven Hawking
They wonder if they can feel the dick
Theres no fame yet so they didn't get my dick dam