Bulletproof lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
Know we still in the streets, n*gga

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
This streets sh*t watered down, all the lames tryna be tough (Tryna be tough)
Everything I see, these n*ggas do, they wanna be us (Tryna di*k suck)
n*ggas goin' broke tryna keep up (Tryna keep up)
I could get a n*gga stepped on with my feet up (While I'm chillin', though)
Could've ducked your taco (Fire ringin' like a bell, yeah)
Don't put that 'Wood out (We smoke opps to the tail, come on)
Got some pus*y from her, then I (Hammed her like a nail)
I heard they shooter died, wizard hit him with a spell
I heard you be throwin' ass, throw it back, then (Throw it back then)
I heard your booty move faster than a MAC-10
Fire say no guns, still brought the straps in (You know I got it on me)
It's gon' go like the same club Jordan fapped in (Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga)
Ayy, n*ggas capped out
Hit a wrestle move on your b*tch, she tapped out (Yeah)
Hit that n*gga seven times, he crapped out (Yeah, crap out)
I'm tryna shoot and drive, I ain't gon' lie, I almost snapped out
Her box drop like a Pop-Tart with no frosting in it
Just looked at a new crib, I got lost in it (I almost got lost in it)
I ain't got no dog, crib still got dog sh*t in it
Her pus*y slippery when wet, take caution in it
She think I'm number two, I'm the one, though (I'm that one n*gga)
I don't backdoor sh*t, I go through the front door (I'm right here)
When it's time to show out, I be in the front row (You gotta know that)
Only time I give an opp a pass when the blunt low (n*gga)
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I go repeat with that Glock-23, might bring it back
Don't let me see four-three and I'm gon' shoot him like a crack
Man, hoes know n*gga for they meat, they still see me and be like, "Who is that?"
n*gga, you booked me for a show, tell 'em don't touch me 'cause I'm bringin' strap
Real bulletproof the whip, a hundred shells in this b*tch
Give me they current location, sh*t, I'll show you how I live
I'm out in Cali, flew a b*tch from NYC, she brought a bib with her
Deuce in her head, she gotta know I'm sittin' my kids on her
Wizard Kelly, n*ggas never see me, I still be around
Make the b*tch bring me some money, send that b*tch back out of town
Man, I'm a boss, I'm like JAY-C with Beyoncé out of bounds
I'm in the opps' hood with baby K, man, I do this all the time
n*ggas runnin' low, sh*t, I be runnin' high with that chop out
You make house payments, you ain't there, then we gon' chill inside your house
Heard [?] was takin' hits, got an extra ten, hit a n*gga in his mouth
Two hundred thousand upstairs, three of them choppers in the couch, n*gga (In the couch, n*gga)
(Come on)