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Bulletproof
820
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bulletproof was released on November 14, 2025 by Standard Records/Nothing Bout Us Regular under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC as a part of the album Swiggity
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Release DateNovember 14, 2025
LabelStandard Records/Nothing Bout Us Regular under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bay Swag
Bay Swag
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TKai Lloyd
TKai Lloyd
Songwriter
Dylan Silva
Dylan Silva
Songwriter
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

Lyrics

[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, Dylan Silva, Lloyd Travis Mckenzie Jr, Robert Thomas, TKai Lloyd
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