Bulletproof Lyrics - Yg

Stay Dangerous 

Stay Dangerous 

Stay Dangerous 

Stay Dangerous 

They like: YG, why you so extra'd out? 

'Cause I pull up in a drop, like bitch check me out 

I don't drive no Tesla, I got too much clout 

Take it out her pussy hole, put it in her mouth 

Ooh, they like damn that nigga nasty 

Yeah, fuckin' on a bitch that's classy 

Yeah, the dick was good, she harassed me 

Yeah, then I nutted on them ass cheeks 

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2s, 3s, 4's and 5's 

Eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine 

I commit crimes all the time 

I convinced my homies to slide 

Take this pistol, you down to ride? 

Cock the pistol, it's hammer time 

Paparazzi, I'm tryna hide 

Fuck the bitch, she traumatized 

Yeah, just for thinking you surpassed me 

Yeah, me and Mustard linking, we go hammy 

Yeah, we both 'bout to cop the Lambies 

Yeah, valet the '64 at the Grammys 

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Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof, like what it do? 

Her jewels like neither, nigga fuck it too 

Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose 

All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth 

Big P's, Big B's nigga so whoop 

(Brr, brr) Hello? What it roof? 

900 block, back down to the deuce 

I'm the man, bitch I walk around like I'm bulletproof 

Oou, Jay 305, why you extra'd out? 

Oou, pull up to your house to pack your daddy out 

Yeah, sexy lil vegan want it right now 

She don't even eat meat 

But she gon' eat it now 

Oou, devil on my back and I'm set tripping 

I got stabbed six times, homie my mind different 

Stay dangerous in LA, if you gang affiliated 

South Central most hated, watch out 

Ooh, Khloe Kardashian in my t-shirt 

For you hating ass nigga, I know that gotta hurt 

Ghetto superstar since I was 16 

Now I got a billboard, the Crenshaw King 

Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube 

Pimp a bitch, fuck peace in all my interviews 

Getting rich, fuck a bitch, cracker fuck your rules 

Porsche coupe, two bitches, I'm the fucking truth 

Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof, like what it do? 

Her jewels like neither, nigga fuck it too 

Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose 

All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth 

Big P's, Big B's nigga suu whoop 

(Brr, brr) Hello? What it roof? 

900 block, back down to the deuce 

I'm the man, bitch I walk 'round like I'm bulletproof