Lyrics Bulletproof (feat. Justin Adams) - Justin Adams , Upchurch

I′m bulletproof
I'm bulletproof, aww

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I′m bulletproof baby, skin tougher than some kevlar
Me and my buddies going muddin' in a small car
Gimme a Sawzall and let me make this bitch a drop top
This is how we roll way down here in Rocky Top
A bumper sticker how I feel, read it in traffic
Honk your horn and flip a bird then you might get your ass kicked
The whole world's goin′ soft, that′s why I stay havin' calluses
I am from where the racket is, I′m a honky with ratchetness
Pedal to the medal, gun loaded like it's the ′pocalypse
Ain't nobody honestly dropping a song that is hot as this
I′ma drive this Church train 'til the motor starts knockin' bitch
And I′m built Ford tough but that′s one thing that's obvious
Cause I′m bulletproof, from my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin′ with you, buddy you're wrong
I′m bulletproof, I've met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think they got somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong
I′m bulletproof, aww yeah
I′m bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, aww yeah
2: Upchurch]
Yeah, I′m one tough hell-raising dirty son of a gun
Proud of what I stand for and where my ass come from
I will never back down, I won't take no shit
Ain′t scared to swing first and take a few hard hits
See the outrigger guide on life is kinda like an old gypsy
I'm a drifter let me tote my guns and travel through these cities
Let me show you how we do it in the land of the hillbillies
Wild west in the south like cowboys and Indians
No gun rack ′cause my guns hotter than a wood stove
Driveway long better drop your shit in four low
No trespassing unless you like dodging that brass, boy
You messing with the man digging graves with a backhoe
Cause I'm bulletproof, from my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin′ with you, buddy you′re wrong
I'm bulletproof, I′ve met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think they got somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong
I′m bulletproof, aww yeah
I'm bulletproof, I′m bulletproof, aww yeah
Shine in the glass, flag in the yard
Gun safe in the closet, trucks parked in the yard
Dead end street, road followed by a creek
One way is, son don't go startin' no shit
Cause I′m bulletproof, from my head down to my boots
And if you think I′m messin' with you, buddy you′re wrong
I'm bulletproof, I′ve met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think they got somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong
I′m bulletproof, aww yeah
I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, aww yeah