Bulletproof
(You beefing and lacking, it don't make sense)
I got too much sense
To be beefing and lacking
Bulletproof truck
Come catch me in traffic
I don't give a fuck
My opps ain't happy
G-Lock glizzy
For all of the static
I'm stepping on business
Leaving you in history
Ain't talking 'bout shit
That shit was a mystery
I stand in the kitchen
Do all of my dishes
With a mouth full of diamonds
Everybody start listening
With a mouth full of diamonds
I ain't doing no talking
Bust down chain, that's how I bought it
Big Draco, I'm solving problems
This double cup a thousand dollars
Been on the road for a thousand miles
Blame it on my boulevard
2019 I was swiping cards
I start robbing, ain't paying for shit
Swear to God I love the trenches
Catching them plays
I ain't sitting on benches
TSA stopped me
They said I'm the bomb
Walk in the trap and I thumb through it
Walk on the beat make thug music
All this crypto
I'm at Staples Center
If it ain't about no money
I ain't paying attention
I got too much sense
To be beefing and lacking
Bulletproof truck
Come catch me in traffic
I don't give a fuck
My opps ain't happy
G-Lock glizzy
For all of the static
I'm stepping on business
Leaving you in history
Ain't talking 'bout shit
That shit was a mystery
I stand in the kitchen
Do all of my dishes
With a mouth full of diamonds
Everybody start listening
I got too much sense
To be beefing and lacking
Bulletproof truck
Come catch me in traffic
I don't give a fuck
My opps ain't happy
G-Lock glizzy
For all of the static
I'm stepping on business
Leaving you in history
Ain't talking 'bout shit
That shit was a mystery
I stand in the kitchen
Do all of my dishes
With a mouth full of diamonds
Everybody start listening
With a mouth full of diamonds
I ain't doing no talking
Bust down chain, that's how I bought it
Big Draco, I'm solving problems
This double cup a thousand dollars
Been on the road for a thousand miles
Blame it on my boulevard
2019 I was swiping cards
I start robbing, ain't paying for shit
Swear to God I love the trenches
Catching them plays
I ain't sitting on benches
TSA stopped me
They said I'm the bomb
Walk in the trap and I thumb through it
Walk on the beat make thug music
All this crypto
I'm at Staples Center
If it ain't about no money
I ain't paying attention
I got too much sense
To be beefing and lacking
Bulletproof truck
Come catch me in traffic
I don't give a fuck
My opps ain't happy
G-Lock glizzy
For all of the static
I'm stepping on business
Leaving you in history
Ain't talking 'bout shit
That shit was a mystery
I stand in the kitchen
Do all of my dishes
With a mouth full of diamonds
Everybody start listening
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Writer(s): Zeldon Wills
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