Upchurch, Justin Adams - Bulletproof lyrics

I'm bulletproof i'm bulletproof, aww

Yeah yeah yeah yeah i'm bulletproof baby
Skin tougher than some kevlar
Me and my buddies going muddin'
In a small car
Gimme a Sawzall and let me make
This bitch a drop top
This is how we roll way
Down here in Rocky Top
A bumper sticker how I feel
Read it in traffic
Honk your horn and flip a bird then
You might get your ass kicked
The whole world's goin' soft
That's why I stay havin' calluses
I am from where the racket is
I'm a honky with racketness
Pedal to the medal
Gun loaded like it's the 'pocalypse
Ain't nobody honestly dropping a song
That is hot as this
I'ma drive this Church train 'til
The motor starts knockin' bitch
And I'm built Ford tough but
That's one thing that's obvious

Cause I'm bulletproof
From my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' with you
Buddy you're wrong i'm bulletproof
I've met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think they
Got somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong
I'm bulletproof, aww yeah
I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, aww yeah

Yeah, I'm one tough hell raising
Dirty son of a gun
Proud of what I stand for and
Where my ass come from
I will never back down, I won't take no shit
Ain't scared to swing first and
Take a few hard hit's
See the outrigger guide on life is
Kinda like an old gypsy
I'm a drifter let me tote my
Guns and travel through these cities
Let me show you how we do it
In the land of the hillbillies
Wild west in the south
Like cowboys and Indians
No gun rack 'cause my guns
Hotter than a wood stove
Driveway long better drop your
Shit in four low
No trespassing unless you like
Dodging that brass, boy
You messing with the man digging
Graves with a backhoe

Cause I'm bulletproof
From my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' with you
Buddy you're wrong i'm bulletproof
I've met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think they
Got somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong
I'm bulletproof, aww yeah
I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, aww yeah
Shine in the glass, flag in the yard
Gun safe in the closet
Trucks parked in the yard
Dead end street, road followed by a creek
One way is, son don't go startin' no shit

Cause I'm bulletproof
From my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' with you
Buddy you're wrong i'm bulletproof
I've met a lot of other guys like you
They like to think they
Got somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong
I'm bulletproof, aww yeah
I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, aww yeah