Bulletproof (feat. Justin Adams)

I'm bulletproof

I'm bulletproof, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm bulletproof, baby, skin tougher than some kevlar

Me and my buddies going muddin' in a small car

Gimme a Sawzall and let me make this bitch a drop top

This is how we roll way down here in Rocky Top

A bumper sticker how I feel, read it in traffic

Honk your horn and flip a bird

Then you might get your ass kicked

The whole world's going soft

That's why I stay having calluses

I am from where the racket is

I'm a honky with rachetness

Pedal to the medal, gun loaded like it's the apocalypse

Ain't nobody honestly dropping a song that is hot as this

I'm drive this church train till the motor starts knocking bitch

And I'm build Ford tough but that's one thing that's obvious

I'm bulletproof from my head down to my boots

And if you think I'm messing with you, buddy, you're wrong

I'm bulletproof, I've met a lot of other guys like you

They like to think they got something to prove

Then they get proved wrong

I'm bulletproof, oh, yeah

I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, oh, yeah

Yeah, I'm one tough hell raisin' dirty son of a gun

Proud of what I stand for and where my ass come from

I will never back down, I won't take no shit

I ain't scared to swing first and take a few hard hits

See the outrigger guide on life is kinda like and old gypsy

I'm a drifter, let me tote my guns and travel through these cities

Let me show you how we do it in the land of the hillbillies

Wild West in the South like cowboys and indians

No gun rack 'cause my guns hotter than a wood stove

Driveway long better drop your shit in four low

No trespassing 'less you like dodging that brass, boy

You messing with the man, digging graves with a blackhoe

'Cause I'm bulletproof from my head down to my boots

And if you think I'm messing with you, buddy, you're wrong

I'm bulletproof, I've met a lot of other guys like you

They like to think they got something to prove

Then they get proved wrong

I'm bulletproof, oh, yeah

I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, oh, yeah

Shine in the glass, flag in the yard

Gun safe in the closet, trucks parked in the yard

Dead end street, road followed by a creek

One way in, son, don't go starting no shit

I'm bulletproof from my head down to my boots

And if you think I'm messing with you, buddy, you're wrong

I'm bulletproof, I've met a lot of other guys like you

They like to think they got something to prove

Then they get proved wrong

I'm bulletproof, oh, yeah

I'm bulletproof, I'm bulletproof, oh, yeah