Big Scarr, NLE Choppa - Bulletproof lyrics

(BandP) 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
Deal with them ditchers, dude
(Boy, deal with them ditchers, dude)
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
(Hit critical, uh)
Woah, I ain't wanna do it
This shit '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 niggas' temperature
(Check niggas' temperature)
He can't repeat what he said
Now he bitchin' up (Bitchin' up)
Uh (Woah) I got money and drip
What the fuck I need feelings for?
(Fuck I need feelings for?)
Wock' in my Cris'
Fell in love with the double cup
(Double cup) them niggas mad 'cause we won't
Let 'em link with us, woah

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 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 hoes at
Me and Pyrex 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
Deal with them ditchers, dude
(Boy, deal with them ditchers, dude)
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
(Hit critical, uh)
Woah, I ain't wanna do it
This shit '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 niggas' temperature
(Check niggas' temperature)
He can't repeat what he said
Now he bitchin' up (Bitchin' up)
Uh (Woah) I got money and drip
What the fuck I need feelings for?
(Fuck I need feelings for?)
Wock' in my Cris'
Fell in love with the double cup
(Double cup) them niggas mad 'cause we won't
Let 'em link with us, woah

Ayy, these niggas mad they ain't
Gettin' no paper, shawty, come on
Use a straight drop, make you nauseous
(Nauseous)
Quick to buy a opp even if it cost me
(If it cost me)
In a long run, know the short run
(Should 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 pack
(Get him back)
Fuck over opps like I'm on honeypack
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
Deal with them ditchers, dude
(Boy, deal with them ditchers, dude)
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
(Hit critical, uh)
Woah, I ain't wanna do it
This shit '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 niggas' temperature
(Check niggas' temperature)
He can't repeat what he said
Now he bitchin' up (Bitchin' up)
Uh (Woah) I got money and drip, what the fuck I need feelings for? (Fuck I need feelings for?)
Wock' in my Cris'
Fell in love with the double cup
(Double cup) them niggas mad 'cause we won't
Let 'em link with us, woah

(BandP)