Skilla Baby – Bulletproof Lyrics

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Nah, for real
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I get nigga hit, if you rich then a blitz
Nigga, quit talkin’ shit, bitch, get in the mix
I could show a nigga how to get rich with a split
Turn a nick to a brick, lil’ bitch, I’m the shit
Been lit since a jit, keep blicks in the whip
Think he beefin’ with his grannie, he got hit with a switch
Lawyer on speed dial, take a hit then repent
We take shit to trial ’cause we get shit dismissed

I’m the man in my city, I don’t think these nigga hear me
Not guilty, I just seen my young nigga on the jury
Nigga fear me, kill ’em with my eyes closed, blind fury
Fuck the beef if you tryin’ to get some money, come get near me
I’m a young money-gettin’ nigga from the west side
Put a switch on my Glock, it shoot like a tech nine
I got ice water on my chest, ooh, I’m blessed, God
You don’t wanna stand next to me with no S.I.s
I get two hunnid on the test trial ’cause I’m tied in

I get brrr from the bird man, he gon’ fly ’em in
Tried to kill his ass, he told on me let me try again
Told the hood I don’t know what happened, I’ll lie again
Get nigga smacked, I got blicks big as Shaq
I’m still in the trenches tryin’ to get rid of sacks
Pull up to the BP and BP with a strap
Micro with the kick back, I call this bitch Midget Mac
I’m with a bad bitch, pussy good and she got ass
My lil’ bitch red, good head and she got class
Lil’ nigga shot my truck up, he got caught fast
My last back end was twenty five thousand, all cash

I’m a money gettin’ nigga, I’m a Chrome Heart dealer
I’m like fuck the new Benz, I’m a Mopar spinner
I’m a bad bitch hitter, I’m a real go-getter
Better focus on yourself if you ever seen me with her

I fly the papi steak chef to me, I want some dinner
I’m a hypocrite, send a blitz, kill ’em then repenter
I’ma keep hustlin’ every day ’cause I wanna be bigger
I’m a hot head, hope you drop dead, I got a temper
I’m the wrong nigga with a pistol, this bitch shoot a missile
This bitch rip through tissue when it hit you, I’ll come and get you
Got my chopper chewin’ like a dog, this bitch be done bit you
Hope my chopper hit you, come back through again if I miss you
Even my young nigga be playin’ with that shitzu
I threw my pistol, my favorite utensil
I sell food, cut that boy with that Ginsu
I stay off that ‘Gram shit, be playin’ with my mental

She want a young nigga that get money
She want a young nigga that be thuggin’
She want a young nigga that get money
Nigga, we’ll shoot that chopper in public
She want a young nigga that get money
The AP came plain but I bust it
She just want a young nigga that get money
I just want a real bitch I can thug with
She just want a young nigga that get money
A young turnt nigga nobody can fuck with
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