Bulletproof

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh? (MIA JAY C) Nah, for real Huh? (I hear you, JAY C) [Verse] I get niggas hit, if you rich, send a blitz Nigga, quit talkin' shit, bitch, get in the mix I can show a nigga how to get rich with a split Turn a nick' to a brick, lil' bitch, I'm the shit Been lit since a jit, keep blicks in the whip Think he beefin' with his granny, he got hit with a switch Lawyer on speed dial, take a hit, then repent We take shit to trial 'cause we get shit dismissed I'm the man in my city, I don't think these niggas hear me Not guilty, I just seen my young nigga on the jury Niggas fear me, kill him with my eyes closed, Blind Fury Fuck the beef, if you tryna get some money, come get near me I'm a young money gettin' nigga from the West Side Put a switch on my Glock, it shoot like a TEC-9 I got ice water on my chest, ooh, I'm blessed, God You don't wanna stand next to me with no SI's I get two hundred on a test trial 'cause I'm tied in I get brr from the bird man, he gon' fly 'em in Tried to kill his ass, he told on me, let me try again Told the hook I don't know what happened, I'll lie again Get niggas smacked, I got blicks big as Shaq I'm still in the trenches tryna get rid of sack Pull up to the BP in BP with a strap Micro with the kickback, I call this bitch, "Midget Mac" I'm with a bad bitch, pussy good and she got ass My lil' bitch red, good head and she got class Lil' nigga shot my truck up, he got caught fast My last backend was twenty-five thousand all cash I'm a money gettin' nigga, I rock Chrome Heart denim I'm like, "Fuck the new Benz," I'm a Mopar spinner I'm a bad bitch hitter, I'm a real go getter Better focus on yourself if you ever see me with her I'll fly the Papi Steak chef to me, I want some dinner I'm a hypocrite, send a blitz, kill him, then re-pin her I'ma keep hustlin' every day 'cause I wanna be bigger I'm a hot head, hope you drop dead, I got a temper I'm the wrong nigga with a pistol, this bitch shoot a missile This bitch rip though tissue, when it hit you, I'll come and get you Got my chopper chewin' like a dog, yes, bitch, we done bit you Hope my chopper hit you, come back through again if I miss you Even my young niggas be playin' with that Shih Tzu I keep my pistol, my favorite utensil I sell food, cut that boy with that Ginsu I stay off the grid, but you be playin' with my mental [Outro] She want a young nigga that get money She want a young nigga that be thuggin' She want a young nigga that get money Nigga, we'll shoot the chopper in public She want a young nigga that get money The AP came plain, but I bust it She just want a young nigga that get money I just want a real bitch I can thug with Huh? She just want a young nigga that get money Hmm, a young turnt nigga nobody can't fuck with