Текст песни Bulletproof - DaBoii

I just bought a choppa and I cannot wait to use it Smilin'
While I'm shootin' while I'm chuckin'
Up my deuces Nigga you slidin' or you not?
Fuck them garbage ass excuses I'm a young wild nigga,
Fuck the Feds they know we ruthless Other side took my brotha,
We gon' make 'em pay for that Spittin' hot shit in them raps but none
Of them niggas statin' facts Heard its money on my head,
I laugh 'cause I'm okay wit' that And it's forever fuck the suckas,
I'll never take it back I'll never take it back,
I'm dyin' with that same energy OG told me watch all my friends,
Keep close my enemies Tryna sound like me on them tracks,
Them niggas mini-me's Hundred rounds up in that choppa,
This bitch a centipede All this damn gold on my neck, I feel like Mr.
T Take one of mines,
It's goin' down like a Nitti beat Ain't tryna slide 'bout not a
Issue, you's a bitch to me Shout out my lawyer,
Turned them felonies to misdemeans [Chorus] Better calm it down pussy
You ain't bullet proof Bitch I'm wit' the gang and I can't tell you
Who is who All of us got straps,
We up them Glocks and into a foo Please don't run up on us 'cause yo'
Life you bound lose Better calm it down pussy you ain't bullet proof
Bitch I'm wit' the gang and I can't tell you who is who All of us got
Straps, we up them Glocks and into a foo Please don't run up on us
'Cause yo' life you bound lose [Verse 2] Nigga yo' bitch choosy go on
And let lil' Susie choose Cryin' over that slut,
Nigga you's a roody poo Once I get my nut,
I throw up my deucy deuce And once she found out I was a dog I had
Her yellin' Scooby-Doo Claimin' the next nigga skit,
I cannot respect I just got some neck from a opp bitch but it was not
The best I treat all my brothas like they blood,
But they not the flesh And brodie still
Eatin' off them licks so who he robbin' next?
Wrong place at the wrong time,
You can get popped for that Takin' pictures with the other
Side, now you a opp for that What am I gone do about them issues?
Got a mop for that I'm a educated African American,
Think I'm Malcolm X Bitch [Chorus] Better calm it down pussy you
Ain't bullet proof Bitch I'm wit' the gang and I can't tell you who
Is who All of us got straps,
We up them Glocks and into a foo Please don't run up on us 'cause yo'
Life you bound lose Better calm it down pussy you ain't bullet proof
Bitch I'm wit' the gang and I can't tell you who is who All of us got
Straps, we up them Glocks and into a foo Please
Don't run up on us 'cause yo' life you bound lose