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letra de bulletproof - big scarr

[intro]
(bandp—)
big frozone (ayo, bandplay)
let’s go (ka-ching)
big grim reaper gang
uh, let’s go

[chorus: big scarr]
uh (uh), yeah (yeah)
lil’ n-gga 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)
n-gga want smoke ’bout the b-tch, yeah, he miserable (he miserable)
fn on me if he tryna get physical (hit critical, uh)
woah, i ain’t wanna do it, this sh-t ’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 n-ggas’ temperature (check n-ggas’ temperature)
he can’t repeat what he said, now he b-tchin’ up (b-tchin’ up)
uh (woah), i got money and drip, what the f-ck i need feelings for? (f-ck i need feelings for?)
wock’ in my cris’, fell in love with the double cup (double cup)
them n-ggas mad ’cause we won’t let ’em link with us (woah)

[verse 1: big scarr]
send a b-tch through my phone, yeah, i call it a k!ll switch
hit like a drac’, but this b-tch 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 sn-tched
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 f-cked her, she ain’t wanna go back
[chorus: big scarr]
uh (uh), yeah (yeah)
lil’ n-gga 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)
n-gga want smoke ’bout the b-tch, yeah, he miserable (he miserable)
fn on me if he tryna get physical (hit critical, uh)
woah, i ain’t wanna do it, this sh-t ’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 n-ggas’ temperature (check n-ggas’ temperature)
he can’t repeat what he said, now he b-tchin’ up (b-tchin’ up)
uh (woah), i got money and drip, what the f-ck i need feelings for? (f-ck i need feelings for?)
wock’ in my cris’, fell in love with the double cup (double cup)
them n-ggas mad ’cause we won’t let ’em link with us (woah)

[verse 2: nle choppa]
ayy, these n-ggas 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 sh-t down, who you runnin’ from? (come here, lil’ n-gga)
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 sh-t (i dye sh-t)
n-gga, cool down, we on hot sh-t (hot sh-t)
knee-deep in the streets like a dropkick (a dropkick)
treat the opps like a door, we knock sh-t (knock sh-t down)
keep the diss record, get your brother pack (get him back)
f-ck over opps like i’m on honeypack
three-round burst, instagram, double tap
dead-ass n-gga wasn’t livin’ like that (livin’ like that)
[chorus: big scarr]
uh (uh), yeah (yeah)
lil’ n-gga 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)
n-gga want smoke ’bout the b-tch, yeah, he miserable (he miserable)
fn on me if he tryna get physical (hit critical, uh)
woah, i ain’t wanna do it, this sh-t ’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 n-ggas’ temperature (check n-ggas’ temperature)
he can’t repeat what he said, now he b-tchin’ up (b-tchin’ up)
uh (woah), i got money and drip, what the f-ck i need feelings for? (f-ck i need feelings for?)
wock’ in my cris’, fell in love with the double cup (double cup)
them n-ggas mad ’cause we won’t let ’em link with us (woah)

[outro]
(bandp—)

- big scarr

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