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Bulletproof
Baby Walkdown
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You better make sure that tool but bulletproof, I'm blowin' up
Tap the gas up in this damn near ho, hear a K, hear the hood
You better watch what you doin', I'll pop out
This coupe with the .223 and I'll hit you up
Baddie hit, I was fifteen years old, baby walked down, dropped nuts
You niggas ain't on shit, need to stay out
The way, all you niggas need to stay put up
Catch you lackin' wherever, I'm hittin'
The boy up if a nigga try to run, he plucked
Okay, what we gon' do? You gon' go
This way, I'ma go this way and shoot
I'ma lay in the grass, I'ma do what I do
I'ma go watch a movie, hit the Glock on two
Hunt for the opps out, not like a scavenger
Slime in a 392, this a Challenger
Come out the window with 72, try to speed up the coupe
I'ma hit it at the pass like a Nissan Maxima Sport
Kill 'em on camera, this my toy, stuck
In the street, I ain't playin' no sport
Slime in foreign but I never met boy, okay (I want a foreign, I don't)
Slime for a check, goin' crazy, be long
I probably miss your call, I ain't Mr. Kong
Shot at my house so I'm shootin' up a home
Heat up the house, make a nigga come out
Keep hittin' at the ho 'til the clip
Run out, power drill hit, the ho go slap
Multi-cal AI, I go shoot down your trap (Yeah)
Posse is dangerous, swervin', I got the
Red in the palm, I'm waitin' on swervin'
Got the Glock in my hand when I'm walkin', let
A car lean down the window, I'ma up it and pray
You can ask big cuz, I was never nervous
Thirty in my Glock just like Curry
Hit the Glock at the opp, they swerve, I'll never take off my jersey
Fully drawn, just walk, hit the Glock
At the opp, put the boy in a coffin
In Miami downtown like a Miami Dolphin
Lil' nigga trip, I'm hoppin' out sparkin'
These niggas come live, hit that like I call
It, Percocet lean the reason I'm heartless
Try to switch at the cop, spray it up, leave you
Spotted, puff for a flight, hit a ho with my bosses
Pull it over, that could, I'm the light where you
Lost, I'm out on the 33, punch gat gone, it's off
This 392 supercharged out the gate, hear this
Off, C car deep in traffic just like Ross
I got a scam, I'm punchin' for the sauce
She askin' for the reality, she slow)
We high speed every time, don't fuck with law
Talkin', askin' for the reality, she slow)
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