Bullet Proof lyrics

[Intro]
Huh? (MIA JAY C)
Nah, for real
Huh? (I hear you, JAY C)

[Verse]
I get n*ggas hit, if you rich, send a blitz
n*gga, quit talkin' sh*t, b*tch, get in the mix
I can show a n*gga how to get rich with a split
Turn a nick' to a brick, lil' b*tch, I'm the sh*t
Been lit since a jit, keep blicks in the whip
Think he beefin' with his granny, he got hit with a switch
Lawyer on speed dial, take a hit, then repent
We take sh*t to trial 'cause we get sh*t dismissed
I'm the man in my city, I don't think these n*ggas hear me
Not guilty, I just seen my young n*gga on the jury
n*ggas fear me, kill him with my eyes closed, Blind Fury
f*ck the beef, if you tryna get some money, come get near me
I'm a young money gettin' n*gga from the West Side
Put a switch on my Glock, it shoot like a TEC-9
I got ice water on my chest, ooh, I'm blessed, God
You don't wanna stand next to me with no SI's
I get two hundred on a test trial 'cause I'm tied in
I get brr from the bird man, he gon' fly 'em in
Tried to kill his ass, he told on me, let me try again
Told the hook I don't know what happened, I'll lie again
Get n*ggas smacked, I got blicks big as Shaq
I'm still in the trenches tryna get rid of sack
Pull up to the BP in BP with a strap
Micro with the kickback, I call this b*tch, "Midget Mac"
I'm with a bad b*tch, pus*y good and she got ass
My lil' b*tch red, good head and she got class
Lil' n*gga shot my truck up, he got caught fast
My last backend was twenty-five thousand all cash
I'm a money gettin' n*gga, I rock Chrome Heart denim
I'm like, "f*ck the new Benz," I'm a Mopar spinner
I'm a bad b*tch hitter, I'm a real go getter
Better focus on yourself if you ever see me with her
I'll fly the Papi Steak chef to me, I want some dinner
I'm a hypocrite, send a blitz, kill him, then re-pin her
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 n*gga with a pistol, this b*tch shoot a missile
This b*tch rip though tissue, when it hit you, I'll come and get you
Got my chopper chewin' like a dog, yes, b*tch, we done bit you
Hope my chopper hit you, come back through again if I miss you
Even my young n*ggas be playin' with that Shih Tzu
I keep my pistol, my favorite utensil
I sell food, cut that boy with that Ginsu
I stay off the grid, but you be playin' with my mental
[Outro]
She want a young n*gga that get money
She want a young n*gga that be thuggin'
She want a young n*gga that get money
n*gga, we'll shoot the chopper in public
She want a young n*gga that get money
The AP came plain, but I bust it
She just want a young n*gga that get money
I just want a real b*tch I can thug with
Huh? She just want a young n*gga that get money
Hmm, a young turnt n*gga nobody can't f*ck with