Ain’t Bullet Proof lyrics

[Verse 1: 211 & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It's the 211
Comin' up from the back, buckin' n*ggas down
Come swing me, duck, catch you with the bat
Bang, motherf*cker, boom, motherf*cker
Step off my nuts, the twelve gauge pump
You side buster, hard as brick, my nuts are like big
Loc on a n*gga, AK-47, hundred shots, my n*gg
Hit 'em in the jizzaw, knock his teeth loose
Hit the blunt, then I drink some Gizzin and juice
Load up the Cherokee and the porthole
Back goes the sunroof, TEC-9, I hope your bullet proof
Michael Shay, Bay Bruh, professional n*ggas holdin' Gats
Shoot 'em up, leave 'em layin' face up on they bizzack
I got the Glock .17 on your ass, it's the dot
Don't move, n*gga, I bet you I can hit the f*ckin' spot
Bring that sh*t on Mr. Body of Steel
Play pus*y, get f*cked, in other words, your cap is like peeled (Now I bet you, n*gga)
You ain't bullet proof

[Interlude: Tony Montana]
You wanna play rough?
Okay
Say hello to my little friend

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
I got a Teflon, shoot it, so, I ain't swangin' my fist
I'm puttin' rat cheese holes in your motherf*ckin' face, b*tch
So what you better do? You better think fast
I got my Gizzat to your bizzack
I'm gonna like rob your ass
Now if you think about breakin', ain't sh*t shakin'
211, that's my n*gga with the infrared on your head
n*gga-9, Bruno, Homicide
The wild, wild Westwood n*ggas like to ride
Deep, when we creep, on a bunch of coward b*tches
Buck, buck, buckshots
Dig the motherf*ckin' ditches
Redrum on my mind (Backyard full of soldiers)
Grip on the .9 (Millimeter silencer)
I'm packin' the Gat, better run, young n*gga
That's all on my di*k, little trick
Let's get it on again
'Cause you ain't bulletproof, b*tch
[Bridge: 211 & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
You'd better move, n*gga
Quick, before you get sprayed, Loc
Ten of them spray thangs at your f*ckin' dome ho
Glocks, TECs, Uzi's and pump's
You ain't bulletproof, punk
Skinny man, pop the f*ckin' trunk

[Outro: Tony Montana]
You wanna play rough? Okay
Okay, you like that?
Huh? You want more?
Okay
You whores, come on