Bulletproof
Life's a blur, unexpected every turn
And, we rolling with the homies
With the shotties let 'em burn
Live and learn, UAV is taken over anyways
It doesn't matter what you do
We gonna take it anyways
Just ride slow, on the nights that it's cold
And, I'm riding with the windows down
This shit is never old
Always taking back
And on the day, I'll never sell my soul
On these nights I take advantage
Cause I don't feel so alone
Locked up, lights on, I see no one's home
But that doesn't matter
Cause we've grown since the Catacombs
If you got a problem, we can fight at any place
That's because UAV is taking over anyways
I pull up to your house, and drag you out
Then you get stomped out
In a black M3, is what I'm on now
Feeling the ghost rider, the way I'm on fire
And I'm coming for the mothafuckas
Who's ever daring to try us hoe
I know y'all praying on my downfall, wassup
I know you mothafuckas all soft, let's go
Drag your body to the graveyard, oh no
UAV is killing all y'all, fasho
All these fake mothafuckas with they AKs
Pussy boy you look soft, we know that you don't bang
Waiving round your pistol, and thinking that you hard
I'll put this barrel against yo head
And make you pay the cost hoe
And, we rolling with the homies
With the shotties let 'em burn
Live and learn, UAV is taken over anyways
It doesn't matter what you do
We gonna take it anyways
Just ride slow, on the nights that it's cold
And, I'm riding with the windows down
This shit is never old
Always taking back
And on the day, I'll never sell my soul
On these nights I take advantage
Cause I don't feel so alone
Locked up, lights on, I see no one's home
But that doesn't matter
Cause we've grown since the Catacombs
If you got a problem, we can fight at any place
That's because UAV is taking over anyways
I pull up to your house, and drag you out
Then you get stomped out
In a black M3, is what I'm on now
Feeling the ghost rider, the way I'm on fire
And I'm coming for the mothafuckas
Who's ever daring to try us hoe
I know y'all praying on my downfall, wassup
I know you mothafuckas all soft, let's go
Drag your body to the graveyard, oh no
UAV is killing all y'all, fasho
All these fake mothafuckas with they AKs
Pussy boy you look soft, we know that you don't bang
Waiving round your pistol, and thinking that you hard
I'll put this barrel against yo head
And make you pay the cost hoe
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Walker, Andrew Moran
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