Bullets in ya store

"**Bullets in ya store**" is an unreleased song by Kali Uchis. It was recorded during early *Por Vida* sessions, however, it was later scrapped. The full song leaked on May 6, 2023. ( listen)

## Background

The song features background vocals from collaborator and rapper JFK and his signature tag is also heard at the beginning. A version with him rapping supposedly exists, but it has yet to leak.

## Lyrics

**Note:** These lyrics are made with an AI transcriber, some lines may not make sense

**[JFK]**

Yes, yeah

Yes, yes, yeah

Yes, yes, yeah

Yes, yes, yeah (JFK)

**[Kali Uchis]**

Money on the floor, hunting for you all

Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store

I'ma blow you up to your clients now

I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now

Money on the floor, hunting for you all

Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store

I'ma blow you up to your clients now

I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now

Hi, what's up what's up, baby don't I look handsome?

By the river, is it holding you for ransom?

She deliver the product to your mansion

Should've considered paying me a little attention

He was missing on the scene so don't blame him

When he grew up like the paper streets raised him

Hopes and dreams, we're all a bitches so address him

And some yellow diamond ornaments to glaze his skin

Wonder why you never write no more

Every day a little harder than the day before

But this bill full of dope got my pill full of hope

As she laying in some powder on the bathroom floor

Oh, by the way, I took a Chevrolet

You should've had to do it your way, so I took the highway

Breeze blowing through my braids, that's nice

Eight Alpine speakers on ice

Money on the floor, hunting for you all

Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store

I'ma blow you up to your clients now

I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now

Money on the floor, hunting for you all

Well, it's in the dough, but it's in your store

I'ma blow you up to your clients now

I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now

(I'ma blow you up to your clients now

I'm putting in to you, you're retiring now)

My blanket, chinchilla, I'm feeling the feeler

My anklet (?), you're electric killer

I am your mama, your daddy, your dealer

Bullets in your store, but I ain't no killer

At the pit stop, rolling dice till my rim drop

Yelling, they gon' end my life, what's with them cops?

Probably wanna be my wife, not today, baby

Ya know it's been a hard life, that's okay, baby

Stepin' to my new CD, what I do it for?

Tell your girl she can't be me, we invisible

Just like I got leprosy, you can't touch me, hoe

You can't touch me, hoe

Hi, what's up what's up

Why you gotta make me out like this?

Why you gotta make me out like this?

Eyes on my chain, eyes on my wrist

Why you gotta make me out like this?

(My blanket, chinchilla, I'm feeling the feeler)

Why you gotta make me out like this?

Why you gotta make me out like this?

I know (?) heard the mess, but

Why you gotta make me out like this?

My blanket, chinchilla, I'm feeling the feeler

My anklet (?), you're electric killer

I am your mama, your daddy, your dealer

Bullets in your store, but I ain't no killer