Bullet Express

By Randy Bullet

Released on January 14, 2022

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[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)