Bulletproof
Jay 305, Y.G., YG
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Stay Dangerous Stay Dangerous Stay Dangerous Stay Dangerous They like "YG, why you so extra'd out?" 'Cause I pull up in a chop, like, bitch, check me out I don't drive no Tesla, I got too much clout Take it out her pussy hole, put it in her mouth Ooh, they like, "damn that nigga nasty" Yeah, fuckin' on a bitch that's classy Yeah, the dick was good, she harassed me Yeah, then I nutted on them ass cheeks 2s, 3s, 4's and 5's Eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine I could make crime all the time I convinced my homies to slide Take this pistol, you down to ride? Cock the pistol, it's hammer time Paparazzi, I'm tryna hide F*ck the bitch, she traumatized Yeah, just for thinking you surpassed me Yeah, me and Mustard linkin', we go hammy Yeah, we both 'bout to cop the Lambies Yeah, valet the '64 at the Grammys Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof, like what it do? Heard you don't like neither, nigga f*ck it, too Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth Big P's, Big B's, nigga, suu whoop (Brr, brr) Hello? What it roof? 900 block, back down to the deuce I'm the man, bitch, I walk 'round like I'm bulletproof Ooh, ooh, Jay 305, why you extra'd out? Ooh, pull up to your house to pack your daddy out Yeah, sexy lil vegan want it right now She don't even eat meat, but she gon' eat it now Ooh, devil on my back and I'm set trippin' I got stabbed six times, homie, my mind different Stay dangerous in LA, if you gang affiliated South Central most hated, watch out Ooh, Khloe Kardashian in my t-shirt For you hatin' ass nigga, I know that gotta hurt Ghetto superstar since I was sixteen Now I got a billboard, on Crenshaw and King Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube Pimp a bitch, f*ck peace in all my interviews Gettin' rich, f*ck a bitch, cracker, f*ck your rules Porsche coupe, two bitches, I'm the fucking truth Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof, like what it do? Heard you don't like neither, nigga f*ck it, too Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth Big P's, Big B's, nigga, suu whoop (Brr, brr) Hello? What it roof? 900 block, back down to the deuce I'm the man, bitch, I walk 'round like I'm bulletproof
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Written by: Jay Cummins, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Keith Stinson
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