Bulletproof

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Masoe] Uh, uh Glock 45 in the booth Give a fuck 'bout where I'm at, nigga play, I'ma shoot, huh, huh Give a fuck, huh, huh [Verse 1: BandGang Masoe] Glock 45 in the booth Give a fuck 'bout where I'm at, nigga play, I'ma shoot Bitch, I'm Mas, who is you? Never lied, tell the truth Them niggas know it's up forever, never call a truce (You're not makin' this easy, Kyle) Diabetes killin' me, I cut back on that juice How the fuck you a boss and you never been a troop? All the niggas you lost and you still ain't tryna shoot Basketball shorts under my Nike Tech, I wanna hoop We get loot, it's the truth, he was playin', hit his roof I'm the one, not the two, niggas hoеs, I got proof I got Glock and it shoot, at my shows with it too You never seen a real nigga that rap, I'm livin' proof, nigga [Verse 2: J1Hunnit] Hard to fit a baby Drac' insidе this Moncler goose My lil' bitch from the Eastside lash tech and boost I touch down like OJ Simpson, they be like, "The juice loose" Fifty cal sittin' on the mount, might knock the antlers off a moose Think I'm ridin' with G-Unit, longsleeve, bulletproof We turn niggas into thin air, you hear that, "Ffft, poof" We turn niggas into dope fiends, you hear that, "Rrr, woof" Work this landline like Clark Kent, hop out the phone booth I can't wait to turn your pussy ass extinct, saber-tooth You a zero, when I see you, we gon' beat you, Trae tha Truth He ain't make it to see twenty-one, we took away his youth Caught him celebratin' Halloween and took away his boo You like to pay, you wanna trick or treat, I send my main through Mr. Spend a Lot, you fuckin' simp, that's what we call you Wanna muscle up, think you a giant, this the tall you? He was 7' until we slid and made him 5'2" [Verse 3: Prince Jefe] Rap fails, we bang blues, don't know no other way Cuddy walked in with Drac', hatin' bitch, you a Charlamagne I sent her in with a slip, watch her break the bank Titty bar with a switch, bump me, I make it rain Judge threw the book at my nigga, they gave him all day DA know my whole name, get it crackin' with a punch, MMA You got ho all in your DNA, you should be ashamed Fire ten, fireman, I'm out there ballin' like Wayne Four hundred grand inside this whip, you better not road rage Jeffin'-ass nigga never seen the whole thing Them planes got me through in four days Big-body E-lade holdin' up both lanes