Bull3t & Gun - Forsyth

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