theguy1k, LUCY02, kkypr, $wirl, clearvision - bulletproof lyrics
[theguy1k, LUCY02, kkypr, $wirl, clearvision - bulletproof lyrics]
(I miss you, angel)
Just a shot in the dark
But I'm aiming for the chest
Paint me an enemy, rock a bulletproof vest
Yeah, I got a stick on me, running
You better watch out for your safety
Know I keep it coming
Get the racks with no safety
Dirty money, big bands, I'm on the run
Keep a clip on me, homie, 'cause it ain't fun
Big stacking, my brothers
We going up to the sky
Money calling on the phone and
I'm not gon' hit decline
He keep on talking, pop him
Know I keep a rocket
He gon' make a song about it
Know it's gon' be flopping
Talking to a brick wall
You don't get an answer
Running out your mouth
I'll put you on a banner
Me and the gang
We gon' meet you fucking downtown
He got a problеm with me, I got a stick, bro
Walk around with my cards
I swipe 'em all around
Hе talking shit so I turned
His smile to a frown
No face, I'm riding with my gang, ho
Ain't no games when it coming to the bankroll
You said I can't, bro, I'm able
Getting Gucci, yeah, offers at the table
I'm with gang, yeah, we spinning shit
This ain't a race but I swear
They got me winning shit
If we don't get what we want, yeah
We flipping shit
I'm freshening up my shoes, yeah
I'm dripping in
Just a shot in the dark
But I'm aiming for the chest
Paint me an enemy, rock a bulletproof vest
Yeah, I got a stick on me, running
You better watch out for your safety
Know I keep it coming
Get the racks with no safety
Dirty money, big bands, I'm on the run
Keep a clip on me, homie, 'cause it ain't fun
Big stacking, my brothers
We going up to the sky
Money calling on the phone and
I'm not gon' hit decline
Yeah, I'ma have to hit decline
Pull up with five guys and
You're gonna wonder why (No, tell me why)
Yeah, you're a bitch in disguise
I see through all your lies
Throw 'em up to the sky
Green on me, got the green on me
So much green on me that
My pockets ain't lean
Pulling up to the scene, yeah, that's clean
It's ironic you see 'cause
I'm so fucking mean
Another shot from the dark
I guess I'm shot in the heart
The shooter's quick like a dart
Up high like Earheart
My brain is ripping apart
I'm ripping too hard on carts
Yeah, this gas straight pink pack
Pop out, jumpscare, give a heart attack
Yeah, I love it when you talk
You're my soundtrack
I just tryna make it hit my fucking CashApp
Chainsaw in your chest, hope you feel that
Feel asleep 'cause I took a couple Prozacs
Stab me in the back, yeah, I know I lost that
Got mule kick, now I got three straps
Heard you buying methods
Ain't got the tactics ain't got a grudge
But I'ma pull you to the attic
Try and leak our documents, they're redacted
You made it on my list
Now you boutta get subtracted
Out of spite with the clarity of my sight
I might take this crowbar to the
Side of your head like Half-Life
I think there's a lot of better
Ways that I could leave you
Body in the marshlands, just a sneak preview
And I don't think you should continue
I'm with the squad and we be catching
Some bodies all down the avenue
I don't know why you're
Trippin like Erin Ulmer
Got a nailgun to your cranium, bro, it's over
Just a shot in the dark
But I'm aiming for the chest
Paint me an enemy, rock a bulletproof vest
Yeah, I got a stick on me, running
You better watch out for your safety
Know I keep it coming
Get the racks with no safety
Dirty money, big bands, I'm on the run
Keep a clip on me, homie, 'cause it ain't fun
Big stacking, my brothers
We going up to the sky
Money calling on the phone and
I'm not gon' hit decline
He keep on talking, pop him
Know I keep a rocket
He gon' make a song about it
Know it's gon' be flopping
Talking to a brick wall
You don't get an answer
Running out your mouth
I'll put you on a banner
Me and the gang
We gon' meet you fucking downtown
He got a problеm with me, I got a stick, bro
Walk around with my cards
I swipe 'em all around
Hе talking shit so I turned
His smile to a frown
No face, I'm riding with my gang, ho
Ain't no games when it coming to the bankroll
You said I can't, bro, I'm able
Getting Gucci, yeah, offers at the table
I'm with gang, yeah, we spinning shit
This ain't a race but I swear
They got me winning shit
If we don't get what we want, yeah
We flipping shit
I'm freshening up my shoes, yeah
I'm dripping in
Just a shot in the dark
But I'm aiming for the chest
Paint me an enemy, rock a bulletproof vest
Yeah, I got a stick on me, running
You better watch out for your safety
Know I keep it coming
Get the racks with no safety
Dirty money, big bands, I'm on the run
Keep a clip on me, homie, 'cause it ain't fun
Big stacking, my brothers
We going up to the sky
Money calling on the phone and
I'm not gon' hit decline
Yeah, I'ma have to hit decline
Pull up with five guys and
You're gonna wonder why (No, tell me why)
Yeah, you're a bitch in disguise
I see through all your lies
Throw 'em up to the sky
Green on me, got the green on me
So much green on me that
My pockets ain't lean
Pulling up to the scene, yeah, that's clean
It's ironic you see 'cause
I'm so fucking mean
Another shot from the dark
I guess I'm shot in the heart
The shooter's quick like a dart
Up high like Earheart
My brain is ripping apart
I'm ripping too hard on carts
Yeah, this gas straight pink pack
Pop out, jumpscare, give a heart attack
Yeah, I love it when you talk
You're my soundtrack
I just tryna make it hit my fucking CashApp
Chainsaw in your chest, hope you feel that
Feel asleep 'cause I took a couple Prozacs
Stab me in the back, yeah, I know I lost that
Got mule kick, now I got three straps
Heard you buying methods
Ain't got the tactics ain't got a grudge
But I'ma pull you to the attic
Try and leak our documents, they're redacted
You made it on my list
Now you boutta get subtracted
Out of spite with the clarity of my sight
I might take this crowbar to the
Side of your head like Half-Life
I think there's a lot of better
Ways that I could leave you
Body in the marshlands, just a sneak preview
And I don't think you should continue
I'm with the squad and we be catching
Some bodies all down the avenue
I don't know why you're
Trippin like Erin Ulmer
Got a nailgun to your cranium, bro, it's over