Bulletproof lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Gilligan right here, though)
In that red, I trust

[Verse]
n*gga think he bulletproof
I guess I'ma have to show him what these f*ckin' bullets do (Grrah, come on)
Now he on life support, and I don't think he pullin' through (Tough baby)
His mama havin' flashbacks of all the sh*t he put her through (Damn)
If you ain't slingin' 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)
I was on that block, sellin' rocks, totin' Glocks (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 chopping ten rocks (Tryna get it)
I was on that block, sellin' rocks, totin' Glocks on 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 di*k up in your mouth (Yeah)
Welcome to the trap, we shooting craps (Uh-huh)
Got that burner on my lap (Brrah)
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