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letra de bulletproof (remix) - yung ro

[intro]
(ayo, gilligan right here, though)
(in a redd, i trust)

[chorus: yung ro]
n-gga think he bulletproof
i guess i’ma have to show him what these f-ckin’ bullets do (grah, come on)
now he on life support and i don’t think he pullin’ through (come on, bae)
his mama havin’ flashbacks of all the sh-t he put her through (d-mn)
if you ain’t slangin’ iron, don’t speak up on my people (nah)
ain’t no big dog ’round here, everybody get treated equal (and that’s for real)
you gon’ spin on gang, don’t hit yourself with that needle (you’s a thug)
you ain’t a real hustler, you never got ate up by mosquitoes (yeah)

[verse 1: yung ro]
i was on that block, sellin’ rocks, totin’ glock (uh-huh)
runnin’ from cops, shootin’ at opps, makin’ sh-t hot (yeah)
and i don’t know nothin’ ’bout who got shot, who got rocks
i don’t own no property on that street, that is not my block (said that’s not my block)
you gon’ rob who? (who?)
n-gga, you gon’ get shot (you gon’ get shot)
have your people bring the flowers out the bin top
i don’t know lil wayne (uh-uh)
but i been hot (it’s hot)
off a fifty pack, i was choppin’ ten rocks (tryna get it)
i was on that block, sellin’ rocks (yeah), totin’ glocks, out my top
but i never gave a f-ck about no thot (uh-huh)
i just want the top, then i’m out
i ain’t sleepin’ at your house (nah)
i’m just tryna put my d-ck up in your mouth (yeah)
welcome to the trap, we shootin’ cr-ps (uh-huh)
got that burner on my lap (brah)
if i don’t know you, n-gga, don’t try to give me dap (yeah)
i’m a real hitter, f-ck this rap, b-tch, i always keep a strap (huh?)
i put that gangster music back up on the map
[chorus: yung ro]
n-gga think he bulletproof
i guess i’ma have to show him what these f-ckin’ bullets do (grah, come on)
now he on life support and i don’t think he pullin’ through (come on, bae)
his mama havin’ flashbacks of all the sh-t he put her through (d-mn)
if you ain’t slangin’ iron, don’t speak up on my people (nah)
ain’t no big dog ’round here, everybody get treated equal (and that’s for real)
you gon’ spin on gang, don’t hit yourself with that needle (you’s a thug)
you ain’t a real hustler, you never got ate up by mosquitoes (yeah)

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
n-gga say it’s up, then it’s stuck (n-gga)
we ain’t never gave a f-ck (n-gga)
he try us, he gon’ get touched, that’s off the flag (uh-huh, come on)
i keep my gun, aim for nothin’, my lil’ youngin get it done
use your head or we gon’ bust your f-ckin’ scalp (n-gga)
we was pourin’ syrup, poppin’ percs (pop), prolly had my worst learn (uh)
catch an opp, we try to give that b-tch a nap (come here)
i had my hitter walk down (uh), tryna leave ’em facedown (bet, boom, boom, boom)
might have ’em chalked, we gave the ground a tag (boom, boom, boom)
yeah, we pop opps like percocets (baow), party hard like project x (uh-huh)
in the mix and havin’ checks (cash), i send a blitz, won’t send a threat (let’s go)
scratch off in that ‘vette (bet), we get high on a jet (yeah)
he play, i get him x’d, i hop out, big 30 in my pants (let’s go)
see how my diamonds dance (p-ssy), they might make you glance (uh-huh)
pop opps and rubber bands (bah), tax on them bags like uncle sam (ha)
i went from rags to riches (rich), never thought i’d be f-ckin’ fans (uh-uh)
ain’t too rich to bust your mans (come on), thuggin’, they don’t understand (on god)
[chorus: yung ro]
n-gga think he bulletproof
i guess i’ma have to show him what these f-ckin’ bullets do (grah, come on)
now he on life support and i don’t think he pullin’ through (come on, bae)
his mama havin’ flashbacks of all the sh-t he put her through (d-mn)
if you ain’t slangin’ iron, don’t speak up on my people (nah)
ain’t no big dog ’round here, everybody get treated equal (and that’s for real)
you gon’ spin on gang, don’t hit yourself with that needle (you’s a thug)
you ain’t a real hustler, you never got ate up by mosquitoes (yeah)

- yung ro

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