Bulletproof (feat. NLE Choppa) - Big Scarr/NLE Choppa
Lyrics by：Alexander Woods/Bryson Potts/Frank Dechellis/Krishon Gaines/Taylor Sanchez
Produced by：BANDPLAY/The TRILLionaires
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Big frozone ayo bandplay
Let's go ka-ching
Big grim reaper gang
Uh let's go
Uh uh yeah yeah
Lil' runnin' his mouth like he
Bulletproof
No I can't argue boy deal with them
Boy deal with them
Hitters on go it's no cost
To get rid of you get rid of you
Want smoke 'bout the yeah
He miserable he miserable
FN on me if he tryna get
Physical hit critical uh
Woah I ain't wanna do it
This 'bout the principle woah
They love when I'm swingin'
My chain in my city my city
Ain't with the media beef
Or subliminals postin' subliminals
I'ma pull up just to check
Temperature
He can't repeat what he said
Now he up up up up
Uh woah I got money and drip what the
I need feelings for
Wock' in my cris' fell in love
With the double cup double cup
Mad 'cause we won't
Let 'em link with us woah
Send a through my phone
Yeah I call it a kill switch
Hit like a drac' but this here a kel-tec
I need the plug on the drank where the seals at
Uh wop got the drop from a thot
Now we know where he live at
Tell 'em free dread we still tryna appeal that
Cup got me nauseous still might throw a pill back
Double r gang we the rugrats
Step on an opp leave his back where the rug at
We can't beef if you broke I'm above it
Reapers with me you can still get your soul snatched
Ain't no ask I don't know where the he's at
Me and pyrex tryna see where them 'bows at
Wanna beef 'cause he know where his ho at
After I her she ain't wanna go back
Uh uh yeah yeah
Lil' runnin' his mouth like he
Bulletproof
No I can't argue boy deal with
Them boy deal with the
Hitters on go it's no cost to
Get rid of you get rid of you
Want smoke 'bout the
Yeah he miserable he miserable
Fn on me if he tryna get physical hit critical uh
Woah I ain't wanna do it this
'Bout the principle woah
They love when I'm swingin'
My chain in my city my city
Ain't with the media beef
Or subliminals
I'ma pull up just to check
Temperature
He can't repeat what he said
Now he up up up
Uh woah I got money and drip what the
I need feelings for
Wock' in my cris' fell in
Love with the double cup double cup
Them 'cause we won't
Let 'em link with us woah
Mad they ain't
Gettin' no paper shawty come on
Come on
Come on
Use a straight drop make
You nauseous
Quick to buy a opp even
If it cost me
In a long run know the short run should run
We gon' run down who you
Runnin' from come here lil'
Mama say that you got too
Many guns
Can't shoot 'em all with
Just two arms brrt brrt
Watch me
Call me black eye I dye
Cool down we on hot
Knee-deep in the streets
Like a dropkick
Treat the opps like a door
We knock
Keep the diss record get
Your brother pack get him back
Over opps like I'm on honeypack
Three-round burst instagram double tap
Dead wasn't livin'
Like that livin' like that
Yeah yeah
Lil' runnin' his mouth like he
Bulletproof
No I can't argue boy deal with them
Boy deal with them
Hitters on go it's no cost
To get rid of you get rid of you
Want smoke 'bout the
Yeah he miserable he miserable
FN on me if he tryna get
Physical hit critical uh
Woah I ain't wanna do it this
'Bout the principle woah
They love when I'm swingin'
My chain in my city my city
Ain't with the media beef or
Subliminals postin' subliminals
I'ma pull up just to check
Temperature
He can't repeat what he said
Now he up up up
Uh woah I got money and drip what the
I need feelings for
Wock' in my cris' fell in
Love with the double cup double cup
Mad 'cause we won't let 'em link with us woah
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