Bulletproof Letra

Aww
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm bulletproof baby, skin tougher than some kevlar
Me and my buddies going muddin' in a small car
Give a saw (saw) 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 goin' soft, that's why I stay havin' calluses
I am from where the record is, I'm a honky with recklessness
Pedal to the medal, gun loaded like it's the 'pocalypse
Ain't nobody honestly dropping a song that's as hot as this
I'ma drive this Church train 'til the motor starts knockin' bitch
And I'm built Ford tough but that's one thing thats-

[Justin Adams:]
Cause I'm bulletproof
From my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' 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 somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong

I'm bulletproof
Aw yeah
I'm bulletproof
I'm bulletproof
Aw yeah

[Upchurch:]
Yeah, I'm one tough hell-raising 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
Ain't scared to swing first and take a few hard hits
See the outsider got a life its kinda like an 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 Atlanta, the hillbillies
Wild west in the south like cowboys and ninnies
No gun rack 'cause my guns hotter than a wood stove
Driveway bond like that trucker shit and pull oh
No trespassing unless you like dodging that brass, bo
You messing with the man digging graves with a backhoe

[Justin Adams:]
Cause I'm bulletproof
From my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' 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 somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong

I'm bulletproof
Aw yeah
I'm bulletproof
I'm bulletproof
Aw yeah

[Upchurch & Justin Adams:]
Shine in the glass
Flag in the yard
Gun safe in the closet
Trucks parked in the yard
Down a street road followed by a creek
One way is, son don't go startin' no shit

[Justin Adams:]
Cause I'm bulletproof
From my head down to my boots
And if you think I'm messin' 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 somethin' to prove
Then they get proved wrong

I'm bulletproof
Aw yeah
I'm bulletproof
I'm bulletproof
Aw yeah