Bulletproof lyrics

[Intro]
He's like a drug addict
He can barely function without pills or being drunk off his ass
I don't really like Jordy that much
He acts like some nice guy but when you really get to know him
He's kinda a piece of shi-

[Verse 1]
Bulletproof the black truck moving hella militant
Some white people hate me cause I can't stop all my n*gga sh*t
Wake up count my money smoke a cig and then go beat my di*k
I overdosed on pain and this is simply how I deal with it
Taking off her bra I arched my back and then I nut inside
She saw Imma dog
Well let's go take me to get euthanized
My dad hit it raw I didn't wanna live this f*cking life
Upside down my cross now all my demons getting utilized

[Chorus]
She say that she love me but I know that she don't
And I only think about her when I'm high or alone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I won't answer my phone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I won't answer my phone

Tell her that I love her but she know that I don't
And I only think about her when I'm high or alone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I won't answer my phone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I feel better at home
[Verse 2]
Tippy toes, wok with a stick
I like my water on water, (yeah)
Suicide, suicidal, f*ck around like a revolver
I done lost my mind
Forgive and forget, I forgot it
If you need the best drugs
Don't gotta go get it, I got it
Bulletproof, black truck
Guillotine, surgery
Chop the top
Money talk, pockets pop
Where the ops, spin the block
Knock knock, no we not
Kick a door, click a Glock
In yo house, f*ck yo couch
Where the drugs, f*ck the cops

[Chorus]
She say that she love me but I know that she don't
And I only think about her when I'm high or alone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I won't answer my phone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I won't answer my phone

Tell her that I love her but she know that I don't
And I only think about her when I'm high or alone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I won't answer my phone
Please don't tell me that you miss me I feel better at home
[Verse 3: Gideon]
Cut the chain drop the ball
Watch that b*tch sink
Blowing up my phone
So I keep that sh*t on DND
I ain't got the time to explain my rowdy tendencies
Overdosed on pain, fast lane, living recklessly
I wake up, smoke, drink, f*ck, and get money
Ass, gas, or grass if you're coming honey
Hat, shades, and the boots
Make ya b*tch fly the coop
Blame it all on my roots
Baby, I'm bulletproof!