Bulletproof

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Yo Gotti - Rap, USA

Bulletproof

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Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot [Hook] Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang) I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Aw, we here nigga, this what you been waitin' on) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (That dopeboy shit, hey) Living like we bulletproof (See niggas been tellin' you) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Everywhere I go, you know what I mean) I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Aye Gotti, the shit these niggas been droppin' that shit been stepped on, homie) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We need that motherfuckin' A1) Living like we bulletproof (Well, I'm back, pussy) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (And I'm weighed up, straight off the scale, nigga) I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Know what I'm talkin' 'bout) [Verse 1] Game fucked up, streets ain't got loyalty Real dope boy, and I spit real nigga poetry Niggas talkin' foul, loud, 'bout what they gon' do to me Bought all my cars white so when you see me, bitch you know it's me Know a Memphis nigga, but I'm cruisin' down college With my pistol in my pocket, a lil' bad bitch from college I'm getting head in my drophead, feelin' like I'm bulletproof Fo' my niggas catch a body, gon' and get yourself a coupe or two Free that nigga Meech, and free my nigga Boosie too Tonight I'm in the strip club, and do what BMF would do I'm sick of rap niggas Where my strap, niggas? Got an AK and a 38 in my trap, niggas [Hook] Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang, bang) I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (hey) Living like we bulletproof (bulletproof) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Oh, we 'bout to turn up, nigga) I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot [Verse 2] I'm feeling some kind of way, ready to leave here today You cross that line with me pussy, I shoot you square in your face I keep these niggas in line, I keep these hoes in they place Breaking News: "Look at Gotti, that boy just caught him a case" Million cash for the bond, I got that sac on the way Don't need to talk to a lawyer, boy, I'm gettin out here today You think I come here to play, then you out yo' rabid ass mind I'm in the streets everyday, and I got a hell of a grind I was lost in the money, these streets was dyin' of hunger I put this rap shit on hold and went got my niggas a bundle Niggas six feet and under, 'cause they was playin' with the king That last case I wasn't on the scene, I stood up for the team Never rat on my homies, niggas know I'm big homie You feelin' bulletproof, nigga Swear to God, you don't want it, nah [Hook] Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Don't think you can't be touched) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Come on) Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (bang, bang) I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot

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  • Yo Gotti