Bulletproof

By Joey Trap

On Trap Jack 3

Released on October 18, 2019

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[Intro]

Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder

Yeah


[Chorus]

Swear I love when niggas act like they be bulletproof

Got a chopper ’case a nigga got somethin' to prove

Call my bro up on the celly, send them bullets through

Yellow 'Rari parked outside, I caught a Pikachu

Girl, I’m sorry, I know that you all in love with me

I got problems anyways, my life ain't always sweet


[Verse 1]

When I walk inside the room, niggas see me shine

If he talkin' disrespectful, then them bodies flyin'

I could do this off the dome, I'm not even tryin'

Wait, that shit so fire, I might write that down

Yo' girl love my sound, she might say her vows

She wanna get married, I might just skip town

I feel like Jim Carrey, I got the mask on, uh

I gotta blast off, like Jimmy Neutron, uh

I'm in a fast car, uh, girl, take your pants off

I got a bad bitch, she wanna dance off, uh

I did a right foot, left foot, right

Cartwheel, back foot, right

Milly rock it, milly rock it tight

I don’t miss a move ’cause it's a fight

If I lose the dance, I wash the dishes

This is what becomes of all my riches

After that, I beat the pussy, stitches

After that, I beat the pussy, stitches


[Chorus]

Swear I love when niggas act like they be bulletproof

Got a chopper ’case a nigga got somethin' to prove

Call my bro up on the celly, send them bullets through

Yellow 'Rari parked outside, I caught a Pikachu

Girl, I'm sorry, I know that you all in love with me

I got problems anyways, my life ain’t always sweet

YRS and shit, but yeah, we really is from the street

By the way, I didn't mention, 'Kachi on the beat, yeah, look


[Verse 2]

Okay, they mad at my accomplishment, shit is boostin' my confidence

If you ain't got no haters, nigga, you ain't really poppin' then

First thing I'ma say is fuck the law, I need my niggas back

I don't get why they concerned with us, I'm 'bout my digits, man

Last time I done checked, I'm blowin' up just like a ceiling fan

Prolly have to kill me just to be there, man

I'll never land like Peter Pan, with three eyes, I'm high as fuck

This not Call of Duty, no, no revive or chance or luck, it's up

I'm sippin' codeine like it's motherfuckin' Robitussin

Sip it out a bottle, not a cup

Ya girl, she wanna fuck

I told her lick the dick off, then dip off

She did cough, it's too big, that sucks, pun intended

Think he bulletproof, then we gon' make the chop inject him

Any super man get super bullets, choppa reck him (Grrt)