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Bulletproof
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bulletproof wurde am 14. November 2025 von Standard Records/Nothing Bout Us Regular under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtSwiggity
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Veröffentlichungsdatum14. November 2025
LabelStandard Records/Nothing Bout Us Regular under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM79

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bay Swag
Bay Swag
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Lyrics
Cavon Paige
Cavon Paige
Lyrics
Lloyd Travis Mckenzie Jr
Lloyd Travis Mckenzie Jr
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Millibeats
Millibeats
Producer
Schife
Schife
Producer

Songtexte

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Rich for real, take care of the babysitter tab, ****, I did it
Make sure I shine every time
I make sure he die if he a confidential
I've been coachin' **** for a minute
They know to shoot if I blow my fuckin' whistle
I was humble, before I blew up, I couldn't even get a hug, and now it's dick 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 bitch? Yup
She suck good dick, yup
Her shit mad fat (Yup)
Tracky matte black (Yup)
Hella rack-racks
In my Goyard backpack (Yup)
[Verse 2]
Chromy on my jeans, fuck it, pop a bean
305 for like two days, Perky with the 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 damn dreams, they know I fuck with Meek
These bitches, they can't have my fuckin' seed, I leave it on they cheeks
Young Bay love a freak
[Bridge]
Yeah, he'll kill his brother like Tony did (Yup)
Die tryna get rich, 50 Cent (Yup)
I'm tryna kill me many men (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Grew up lookin' up to Bobby Johnson, not Michael Jordan
Big 49 gettin' ballplayer money, I'm a fuckin' artist
She ain't tryna fuck, bitch, go start walkin'
Diggin' in her deep, I done left my mark in
Came from the trench, I'ma go my hardest
Bitch wanna fuck, 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 fuck it, I can't cuff it
Two tears in a bucket, fuck 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 killers out, told them **** get near (Yeah)
I went neck on chandelier, put my wrist on chandelier
I ain't broke in a couple years, bitch, Big 4ski ain't miss a meal (Yeah)
I done went G-Wag' G63, two Caddies, lil' bitch, I'm him (For real)
[Outro]
Bitch, I'm him, not them, ****
Pop It Records, this shit for the havin', not the have-nots, lil' bitty-ass ****
Loaf your life up 'fore we loaf your wife up, ****
We got foxes, fuck shit
We got swag, we got bags of cash
Whole lot of motion, man
Doin' everything you lil' bitty **** ain't doin', ShotOff
Written by: Cavon Paige, Lloyd Travis Mckenzie Jr, Robert Thomas
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