Bulletproof Lyrics

Money counter beeping I'm going stupid

Gotta get to it like Nike just do it

Dirty soda mixing codeine fluid

Told me she with it I told her to prove it

I'm in the truck

I bulletproof it

Sipping on drank

I 80 proof it

I pop a Xanny not ibuprofen

That bitch don't want me I think she's broken

Threw on the Bape

Shawty be soaking

Imma just

Turntboy smoking

Keep it in motion can't lose focus

Rappers cap I know they're bogus

Double down I'm never folding

I'm balling out like Phil Foden

Hit one time I'm not romancing

Racks on me my pants are sagging

There was one time I was lacking

Now I'm first class I'm jet lagging

Walking by your girl hit the side eye

ESPN top 5 highlight

Hop in the Hellcat this bitch a redeye

Hop in the stu till the day that I die

Rap got no cap why would I lie

Hope my girl won't ever switch sides

Turntboy PhD in Broscience

Bend the law break the rules

Stepping out in Jimmy Choos

Giuseppe my open toes

Got my bae don't need no hoes

Grinding hard for to count bankroll

Rolling my blunt like a sushi roll

Going hard with the music waiting for to blow

Tell me why you bitch hit the TurntboyGo!

Gotta stay ten toes on my tippy toes

Imma smoke gas like a white hippie hoe

Shawty dumb bad but she got good brain

Hop in the booth with the mic Imma sing

Threw on my Cartier shades

I'm turnt for life won't change

Treat her well she won't complain

She wanna take my last name

If the cops wanna pull me over

Imma GTA gotta chase

I went to Bank of America then I went to Chase

Rocking Fendi in the kitchen going stupid water whipping

Grab my dick that was my weapon she like Turntboy you built different

Got these drugs inside my system

Drop the top cut the suspension

Smoking gas Visine my vision

I just left the solar system

Big Speaker TED talking

New bitch I'm too cocky

Push to start it don't get me started

I'm at Neiman not at Target

Money counter beeping on me

Money counter counting money

Shawty wanna put it on me

Imma take you out the country

I don't care about you homies

Stack it up by my lonely

All of these rappers be phony

Ex-bitch still wanna phone me

I got the racks and they hang out my ass and I'm doing my thing while counting my stacks

Talking my shit but she knows that she's bad

If I hit it once I guess that's that

Shawty in the back of a black G-wag got her bestie in the front my bro in the back

She's blowing up my phone talking to me real sweet

Hit the room service at the hotel suite

You can tell she got the fatty

You could see it from the front

I had to go and get fitted

I'm rocking my chains when I smash from the back

Money counter beeping I'm going stupid

Gotta get to it like Nike just do it

Dirty soda mixing codeine fluid

Told me she with it I told her to prove it

I'm in the truck

I bulletproof it

Sipping on drank

I 80 proof it

I pop a Xanny not ibuprofen

That bitch don't want me I think she's broken

Threw on the Bape

Shawty be soaking

Imma just

Turntboy smoking

Keep it in motion can't lose focus

Rappers cap I know they're bogus

Double down I'm never folding

I'm balling out like Phil Foden

Hit one time I'm not romancing

Racks on me my pants are sagging

There was one time I was lacking

Now I'm first class I'm jet lagging

Walking by your girl hit the side eye

ESPN top 5 highlight

Hop in the Hellcat this bitch a redeye

Hop in the stu till the day that I die

Rap got no cap why would I lie

Hope my girl won't ever switch sides

Turntboy PhD in Broscience