Bulletproof
[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
Know we still in the streets, n***a
[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
This streets shit watered down, all the lames tryna be tough (Tryna be tough)
Everything I see, these n***as do, they wanna be us (Tryna dick suck)
N***as goin' broke tryna keep up (Tryna keep up)
I could get a n***a stepped on with my feet up (While I'm chillin', though)
Could've ducked your taco (Fire ringin' like a bell, yeah)
Don't put that 'Wood out (We smoke opps to the tail, come on)
Got some pussy from her, then I (Hammed her like a nail)
I heard they shooter died, wizard hit him with a spell
I heard you be throwin' ass, throw it back, then (Throw it back then)
I heard your booty move faster than a MAC-10
Fire say no guns, still brought the straps in (You know I got it on me)
It's gon' go like the same club Jordan fapped in (Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a)
Ayy, n***as capped out
Hit a wrestle move on your bitch, she tapped out (Yeah)
Hit that n***a seven times, he crapped out (Yeah, crap out)
I'm tryna shoot and drive, I ain't gon' lie, I almost snapped out
Her box drop like a Pop-Tart with no frosting in it
Just looked at a new crib, I got lost in it (I almost got lost in it)
I ain't got no dog, crib still got dog shit in it
Her pussy slippery when wet, take caution in it
She think I'm number two, I'm the one, though (I'm that one n***a)
I don't backdoor shit, I go through the front door (I'm right here)
When it's time to show out, I be in the front row (You gotta know that)
Only time I give an opp a pass when the blunt low (N***a)
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I go repeat with that Glock-23, might bring it back
Don't let me see four-three and I'm gon' shoot him like a crack
Man, hoes know n***a for they meat, they still see me and be like, "Who is that?"
N***a, you booked me for a show, tell 'em don't touch me 'cause I'm bringin' strap
Real bulletproof the whip, a hundred shells in this bitch
Give me they current location, shit, I'll show you how I live
I'm out in Cali, flew a bitch from NYC, she brought a bib with her
Deuce in her head, she gotta know I'm sittin' my kids on her
Wizard Kelly, n***as never see me, I still be around
Make the bitch bring me some money, send that bitch back out of town
Man, I'm a boss, I'm like JAY-C with Beyoncé out of bounds
I'm in the opps' hood with baby K, man, I do this all the time
N***as runnin' low, shit, I be runnin' high with that chop out
You make house payments, you ain't there, then we gon' chill inside your house
Heard [?] was takin' hits, got an extra ten, hit a n***a in his mouth
Two hundred thousand upstairs, three of them choppers in the couch, n***a (In the couch, n***a)
(Come on)
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
Know we still in the streets, n***a
[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
This streets shit watered down, all the lames tryna be tough (Tryna be tough)
Everything I see, these n***as do, they wanna be us (Tryna dick suck)
N***as goin' broke tryna keep up (Tryna keep up)
I could get a n***a stepped on with my feet up (While I'm chillin', though)
Could've ducked your taco (Fire ringin' like a bell, yeah)
Don't put that 'Wood out (We smoke opps to the tail, come on)
Got some pussy from her, then I (Hammed her like a nail)
I heard they shooter died, wizard hit him with a spell
I heard you be throwin' ass, throw it back, then (Throw it back then)
I heard your booty move faster than a MAC-10
Fire say no guns, still brought the straps in (You know I got it on me)
It's gon' go like the same club Jordan fapped in (Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a)
Ayy, n***as capped out
Hit a wrestle move on your bitch, she tapped out (Yeah)
Hit that n***a seven times, he crapped out (Yeah, crap out)
I'm tryna shoot and drive, I ain't gon' lie, I almost snapped out
Her box drop like a Pop-Tart with no frosting in it
Just looked at a new crib, I got lost in it (I almost got lost in it)
I ain't got no dog, crib still got dog shit in it
Her pussy slippery when wet, take caution in it
She think I'm number two, I'm the one, though (I'm that one n***a)
I don't backdoor shit, I go through the front door (I'm right here)
When it's time to show out, I be in the front row (You gotta know that)
Only time I give an opp a pass when the blunt low (N***a)
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I go repeat with that Glock-23, might bring it back
Don't let me see four-three and I'm gon' shoot him like a crack
Man, hoes know n***a for they meat, they still see me and be like, "Who is that?"
N***a, you booked me for a show, tell 'em don't touch me 'cause I'm bringin' strap
Real bulletproof the whip, a hundred shells in this bitch
Give me they current location, shit, I'll show you how I live
I'm out in Cali, flew a bitch from NYC, she brought a bib with her
Deuce in her head, she gotta know I'm sittin' my kids on her
Wizard Kelly, n***as never see me, I still be around
Make the bitch bring me some money, send that bitch back out of town
Man, I'm a boss, I'm like JAY-C with Beyoncé out of bounds
I'm in the opps' hood with baby K, man, I do this all the time
N***as runnin' low, shit, I be runnin' high with that chop out
You make house payments, you ain't there, then we gon' chill inside your house
Heard [?] was takin' hits, got an extra ten, hit a n***a in his mouth
Two hundred thousand upstairs, three of them choppers in the couch, n***a (In the couch, n***a)
(Come on)