Текст песни
Stay dangerous. Stay dangerous. Dangerous. Stay dangerous. Stay dangerous. They like, "Why, G? Why you so extra 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. Twos, threes, fours, and fives, eight hundred, Nine hundred on mine. I commit crime all the Time, I convince my homies to slide. Take the pistol, you down to ride? Cock the pistol, it's hammer time. Paparazzi, I'm shining high. Fucked the bitch, she traumatized. Yeah, just when thinking you surpassed me. Yeah, me and Mustard linking, we gon' have me. Yeah, we both 'bout to cop them Lambies. Yeah, got eighty-six for at the Grammys. Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like, "What It do?" Heard June like me, but nigga fucked Her too. Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose. All my niggas got stripes, rah, 62. Big Ps, big Bs, nigga, suwoop. Brr, brr, hello? What it root? Nine hundred block, Back down to the deuce. I'm the man, bitch, I walk 'round like I'm Bulletproof. Ooh, ooh, J305, why you actin' out? Ooh, pull up to your house and pack your Daddy out. Yeah, sexy little vegan want it right Now. She don't even eat meat but she gon' Eat it now. Ooh, devil on my back and I'm sad trippin'. I got stabbed six times, homie, my mind different. Stay dangerous in LA if you gang affiliated. South Central most hated, watch out. Ooh, Khloé Kardashian in my T-shirt. For you hatin' ass nigga, I know that gotta Hurt. Ghetto superstar since I was sixteen. Now I got a billboard on Crenshaw and King. Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube. Pimp a bitch, fuck peace in all my interviews. Getting rich, fuck a bitch, cracka, fuck your rules. Porsche coupe, two bitches, I'm the fucking truth. Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like, "What It do?" Heard June like me, but nigga fucked Her too. Heard you tryna wife her up, I'm tryna pipe her loose. All my niggas got stripes, rah, 62. Big Ps, big Bs, nigga, suwoop. Brr, brr, hello? What it root? Nine hundred block, Back down to the deuce. I'm the man, bitch, I walk 'round like I'm Bulletproof.
YG, Jay 305 — BULLETPROOF
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