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bulletproof - bay swag, ytb fatt & rob49 lyrics

[intro: ytb fatt]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1: ytb fatt & bay swag]
rich for real, take care of the babysitter tab, n*gga, i did it
make sure i shine every time
i make sure he die if he a confidential
i’ve been coachin’ n*ggas for a minute
they know to shoot if i blow my f*ckin’ whistle
i was humble, before i blew up, i couldn’t even get a hug, and now it’s d*ck on her dentals
i got shot with five blowers, now i spend a dub on high*profile security
her bills paid, yup
you in the shinin’ phase, yup
is you a thick b*tch? yup
she suck good d*ck, yup
her sh*t mad fat (yup)
tracky matte black (yup)
h*lla rack*racks
in my goyard backpack (yup)

[verse 2: bay swag]
chromy on my jеans, f*ck it, pop a bean
305 for like two days, perky with thе lean
presidential annie, put her in the biggest suite
hundred thousand on some drugs, i spent that in a week
i’ve been chasin’ my d*mn dreams, they know i f*ck with meek
these b*tches, they can’t have my f*ckin’ seed, i leave it on they cheeks
young bay love a freak
[bridge: rob49 & ytb fatt]
yeah, he’ll k!ll his brother like tony did (yup)
die tryna get rich, 50 cent (yup)
i’m tryna k!ll me many men (yeah)

[verse 3: rob49]
grew up lookin’ up to bobby johnson, not michael jordan
big 49 gettin’ ballplayer money, i’m a f*ckin’ artist
she ain’t tryna f*ck, b*tch, go start walkin’
diggin’ in her deep, i done left my mark in
came from the trench, i’ma go my hardest
b*tch wanna f*ck, yeah, good, record me
all*white diamonds, caitlin clark*son
unc’ sell rock like sean and carter
i’m goin’ hard when i’m in that mode
when i got shot, i went bp trucked it
this here gucci, this ain’t trukfit
on that perky, make me nut quick
i just f*ck it, i can’t cuff it
two tears in a bucket, f*ck it
rollin’, i’m rollin’, i’m rollin’ on beaucoup pills, i’m feelin’ that thrill (yeah)
soon as i popped up bp truck, all the opps stopped catchin’ lyfts
they don’t wanna come to the hood ’cause the k!llers out, told them n*ggas get near (yeah)
i went neck on chandelier, put my wrist on chandelier
i ain’t broke in a couple years, b*tch, big 4ski ain’t miss a meal (yeah)
i done went g*wag’ g63, two caddies, lil’ b*tch, i’m him (for real)
[outro: shotoff]
b*tch, i’m him, not them, n*gga
pop it records, this sh*t for the havin’, not the have*nots, lil’ bitty*ass n*gga
loaf your life up ‘fore we loaf your wife up, n*gga
we got foxes, f*ck sh*t
we got swag, we got bags of cash
whole lot of motion, man
doin’ everything you lil’ bitty n*ggas ain’t doin’, shotoff

- bay swag ytb fatt rob49 lyrics

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