Bulletproof Songtext

von Yo Gotti

Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.
Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.
Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.

Game fucked up, streets ain't got loyalty
Real dope boy and I spit real nigga poetry
Nigga talkin' foul loud about what they gonna do to me
Bought all my cars white so when you see me, bitch, you know it's me.
You know I'm living, nigga but I'm cruising down College
With my pistol in my pocket lil bad bitch in college
I'm getting head in my droping, feeling like I'm bulletproof
Told my nigga catch a body gone, get yourself a coupe or two.
Free the nigga Meech and free my nigga boosie too
Tonight I'm in the strip club and (?)
I'm sick of rap niggas, and my strapped niggas

Got an AK and a .38 in my trap nigga.

Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.
Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.

I'm feelin some kind of way, ready to leave here today
You cross the line with me, pussy, I shoot you square in your face.
I keep these niggas in line, I put these hoes in they place
Brilliant new look, they got it, that boi just caught him a case.
Million cash for the boomer, I got dat sack on the way
Don't need to talk to no lawyer, boy, hoe, I'm not here today.
You think I come here to play, you watch your head beat and that
I'm in the streets every day and I've got a hell of a grant.
I will lost in the money, these streets won't dare to hunt it
I put this rap shit on hold, you've got my niggers a bundle.
You nigger's six feet and under, ‘cause they dare play with the king.

Than in this case I'm enormous, see, I stood up for the team.
Never rent on my homes, niggers know I'm their homie
You're feeling bulletproof, nigger, swear to God you don't want.
Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.
Living like a bulletproof, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang.