Big Scarr ft. NLE Choppa - Bulletproof - Lyrics

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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' nigga runnin' his mouth like he bulletproof (boy, you not bulletproof)
No, I can't argue, boy, that's what them bitches do (boy, that's what them bitches do)
Hitters on go, it's no cost to get rid of you (get rid of you)
Nigga want smoke 'bout the bitch, yeah, he miserable (he miserable)
FN on me if he tryna get physical (he critical, uh)
Whoa, I ain't wanna do it, this shit 'bout the principle (whoa)
They love when I'm swingin' my chain in my city (my city)
Ain't with the media beef or subliminals (or subliminals)
I'ma pull up just to check niggas' temperature (check niggas' temperature)
He can't repeat what he said, now he bitchin' up (bitchin' up)
Uh (whoa), I got money and jewels, what the fuck I need feelings for? (Fuck I need feelings for?)
Wock' in my cup, fell in love with the double cup (double cup)
These niggas mad 'cause we won't let 'em link with us (whoa)

Send a bitch through my phone, yeah, I call it a kill switch
Hit like a Drac', but this bitch 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 brain 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 hoes at
Me and 5Lac tryna see where them bows at
Wanna beef 'cause he know where his ho at
After I fucked her, she ain't wanna go back

Uh (uh), yeah (yeah)
Lil' nigga runnin' his mouth like he bulletproof (boy, you not bulletproof)
No, I can't argue, boy, that's what them bitches do (boy, that's what them bitches do)
Hitters on go, it's no cost to get rid of you (get rid of you)
Nigga want smoke 'bout the bitch, yeah, he miserable (he miserable)
FN on me if he tryna get physical (he critical, uh)
Whoa, I ain't wanna do it, this shit 'bout the principle (whoa)
They love when I'm swingin' my chain in my city (my city)
Ain't with the media beef or subliminals (or subliminals)
I'ma pull up just to check niggas' temperature (check niggas' temperature)
He can't repeat what he said, now he bitchin' up (bitchin' up)
Uh (whoa), I got money and jewels, what the fuck I need feelings for? (Fuck I need feelings for?)
Wock' in my cup, fell in love with the double cup (double cup)
These niggas mad 'cause we won't let 'em link with us (whoa)

Ayy, these niggas mad they ain't gettin' no paper, shawty, come on
Music, straight drop, make you nauseous (nauseous)
Quick to buy a opp even if it cost me (if it cost me)
In a long run, no short run (short run)
We gon' run shit down, who you runnin' from? (Come here, lil' nigga)
Mama say that you got too many guns (brrt, brrt)
Can't shoot 'em all with just two arms (brrt, brrt)
Watch me (watch me)
Call me black eye, I dye shit (I dye shit)
Nigga, cool down, we on hot shit (hot shit)
Knee-deep in the streets like a dropkick (a dropkick)
Treat the opps like a door, we knock shit (knock shit down)
Keep the diss record, get your brother back (get him back)
Fuck over opps like I'm on honey pack
Three-round burst, Instagram, double tap
Dead-ass nigga wasn't livin' like that (livin' like that)

Uh (uh), yeah (yeah)
Lil' nigga runnin' his mouth like he bulletproof (boy, you not bulletproof)
No, I can't argue, boy, that's what them bitches do (boy, that's what them bitches do)
Hitters on go, it's no cost to get rid of you (get rid of you)
Nigga want smoke 'bout the bitch, yeah, he miserable (he miserable)
FN on me if he tryna get physical (he critical, uh)
Whoa, I ain't wanna do it, this shit 'bout the principle (whoa)
They love when I'm swingin' my chain in my city (my city)
Ain't with the media beef or subliminals (or subliminals)
I'ma pull up just to check niggas' temperature (check niggas' temperature)
He can't repeat what he said, now he bitchin' up (bitchin' up)
Uh (whoa), I got money and jewels, what the fuck I need feelings for? (Fuck I need feelings for?)
Wock' in my cup, fell in love with the double cup (double cup)
These niggas mad 'cause we won't let 'em link with us (whoa)

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