Ain’t Bullet Proof

Album cover art for "Ain’t Bullet Proof" by Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211 (TN)

Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211 (TN) - Rap, Boom Bap

Ain’t Bullet Proof

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[Verse 1: 211 & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] It's the 211 Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down Come swing me, duck, catch you with the bat Bang, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump, you side buster Hard as a brick, my nuts are like big Loc on a nigga, AK-47, hundred shots, my nig' Hit 'em in the jizzaw, knock his teeth loose Hit the blunt, then I drink some Gizzin and juice Load up the Cherokee and the porthole Back goes the sunroof, TEC-9, I hope your bullet proof Michael Shay, Bay Bruh, professional niggas holdin' Gats Shoot 'em up, leave 'em layin' face up on they bizzack I got the Glock 17 on your ass, it's the dot Don't move, nigga, I bet you I can hit the fuckin' spot Bring that shit on Mr. Body of Steel Play pussy, get fucked, in other words, your cap is like peeled (Now I bet you, nigga) You ain't bullet proof [Interlude: Tony Montana] You wanna play rough? Okay Say hello to my little friend [Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211 & Lyrical Dope] I got a Teflon, shoot it, so I ain't swangin' my fist I'm puttin' rat cheese holes in your motherfuckin' face, bitch So what you better do? You better think fast I got my Gizzat to your bizzack, I'm r-r-r-rather like rob your ass Now if you think about breakin', ain't shit shakin' 211, that's my nigga, with the infrared on your head Nigga-9, Bruno, Homicide The wild, wild Westwood niggas like to ride Deep, when we creep on a bunch of coward bitches (Buck, buck, buck) Buckshots, dig the motherfuckin' ditches Redrum on my mind (Backyard full of soldiers) Grip on the .9 (Millimeter, silencer) I'm packin' the Gat, better run, young nigga That's all on my dick, little trick Let's get it on again 'Cause you ain't bulletproof, bitch [Bridge: 211 & Kingpin Skinny Pimp] You'd better move, nigga Quick, before you get sprayed, Loc Ten of them spray thangs at your fuckin' door, ho Glocks, TECs, Uzi's and pumps You ain't bulletproof, punk Skinny man, pop the fuckin' trunk [Outro: Tony Montana] You wanna play rough? Okay Okay, you like that? Huh? You want more? Okay You whores, come on

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  • Kingpin Skinny Pimp
  • 211 (TN)