05 Mac - Bulletproof Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Keep your head on a swivel Top dog, not the middle
These bitches think they hard, but they brittle Must be a bitch, cause they look when I whistle
I don't shoot with a pistol, I shoot with a missile
Don't talk to me, you in my kinfolk You a dog in a kennel
Hit with a hook, not hit with a sickle I don't shoot with a pistol, I shoot with a
Missile
Yuh I came thru my niggas yo bitch she be choosin, yea she want get wit us
I'm loaded wit gun and they came wit them switches
I'm counting up some hunnys I'm gon roll me up swisher
I've been fillin my cup I got purple kisses
I'm gon f*ck up a bag bitch you know I'm big spending
I doubled it and I made it back on a punk bitch
Yeah, yeah, she want it, yeah, yeah, she want it, yeah, yeah, she want it, yeah
Yea this is 05, that's what she bumpin
Bad bitch want me, oh yea she want dick, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch this she on dick, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ckin' in the public, I just count hunnids, bitch know I'm wit it, I just want money
Sippin' exotic, smokin' on chronic, flowin' off topic, gettin' off topic, uh-huh
Dippin' my bullets in bleach, All my hits is clean
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, That's the sound of the heater
Her pussy wet, she need femur, She in love, cause I feed her
She said she'd die if I leave her, She fainted because I seen her
All my bitches apple-bottom, Anita's I caught my choppa, freezin' purple beam
Safer on my team, everything ain't what it seem Devil cussin' with criminal sizzle lean
And my bitch only pop beams And the bitch says she down with the team
Yea the bitch she rockin' with me Says she down with the M.A.C
Keep your head on a swivel Top dog, not the middle
These bitches think they hard, but they brittle Must be a bitch, cause they look when I whistle
I don't shoot with a pistol, I shoot with a missile
Don't talk to me, you in my kinfolk You a dog in a kennel
Hit with a hook, not hit with a sickle I don't shoot with a pistol, I shoot with a
Missile
Me and my niggas gon' cop Medusa fah, fah, fah, gon' shoot the booster
We the top dog, nigga, you the loser Countin' up wins, nigga, you a snoozer
Got a vision clear, we the movers, Turnin' our passion into fueler
In the spotlight, never a fuser, Chasin' our goals like a lyrical cruiser
Lyrical cruiser, lyrical cruiser
Lyrical cruiser, and the niggas get here with the ruger
Don't call up them shooters, cause I'm shootin
I'm po' me some drank, jus like future
Fo' ounces bitch, this ain't cooler
I left my bitch for a cougar
I f*ck that bitch in the back, I f*ck that bitch, she get wet
I made the bitch count these racks She load the macs and the tecs
My shawty on bad, she a nat, She got my old hoes mad
F*ckin with me, cuz I'm counting cash, big money, so I gotta big bag
Keep your head on a swivel Top dog, not the middle
These bitches think they hard, but they brittle Must be a bitch, cause they look when I whistle
I don't shoot with a pistol, I shoot with a missile
Don't talk to me, you in my kinfolk You a dog in a kennel
Hit with a hook, not hit with a sickle I don't shoot with a pistol, I shoot with a
Missile