Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, slatt
He my evil twin, he the evil twin, slatt (Mwahahaha)
That's evil twin
(8-8-8-8), alright
[Chorus]
I just live my life like I'm bulletproof (I'm bulletproof)
Everybody with me gon' shoot (Oh)
Lil' ****, what you gon' do? (Like what you gon' do?)
Treat a lil' boy like food (Food)
Quick to put a **** on a plate, huh (On a plate)
Straight out the jungle with them apes (Apes)
All a young **** know is take (Take)
Ayy, we just spent like thirty on a Cuban link (A Cuban link)
Designer mink (Designer mink), everybody with me don't think (Hell nah, they crank)
Catch a **** slippin' and we do his ass (We do his ass)
I ain't gotta talk, Lil Von gon' shoot his ass, huh, uh (Slatt)
[Verse 1]
Do his ass
Bubblegum, chopper chew his ass
You already know they don't want no pressure (Yup)
And the 40 got a big extended mag
**** get that pole soon as I land, huh
And I got them bands, uh
'Cause I'm worth too much 'round here ('Round here)
And we hurt too much 'round here (Yeah)
I'm with my evil twin (My evil twin)
And we at it again (We at it again)
We back at it again (Back at it again)
Lil' bruh gon' spin the Benz (Huh, huh, huh)
Aw, man (Aw, man)
Am I gon' fuck your bitch? I mean, it all depends (Let's go)
[Verse 2]
Straight up out that gutter, out that jungle, fuck what you heard
Hit a lick in the Demon, I swerve, these broke-ass **** gettin' on my nerves
Fuck a **** bitch in the jet, I ain't even break a sweat, I put that on the bird
Told lil' shawty give me neck, I don't even wanna text, she say I got some nerve
Ridin' with that thirty out, ridin' with that thirty out
Please don't give me the opportunity, I'ma have to slime you out, hey
Fuckin' these bitches ain't new to me, I was just broke, down bad, on foolery
I ain't even buy this bitch no Gucci, pull up, gave me that coochie
In my pocket, ain't nothin' but blue cheese, runnin' through paper, this shit like loose-leaf
Off-White label, that's on my shoestrings, came a long way from them shootings
These pussy **** never knew me, like mafia how we moving
How the DA gon' accuse me? Tryna give me life, they was rooting
[Chorus]
I just live my life like I'm bulletproof (I'm bulletproof)
Everybody with me gon' shoot (Oh)
Lil' ****, what you gon' do? (Like what you gon' do?)
Treat a lil' boy like food (Food)
Quick to put a **** on a plate, huh (On a plate)
Straight out the jungle with them apes (Apes)
All a young **** know is take (Take)
Ayy, we just spent like thirty on a Cuban link (A Cuban link)
Designer mink (Designer mink), everybody with me don't think (Hell nah, they crank)
Catch a **** slippin' and we do his ass (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, we do his ass)
I ain't gotta talk (No), Lil Von gon' shoot his ass, huh (Grr)
[Verse 3]
My brodie gon' do his ass (On God)
Hop out with a thirty mag (Grrah)
They know I'm poppin' tags (I'm poppin' tags)
They know that I got a bag (I got a bag)
This ho finna call me dad (She call me dad)
These broke **** goin' out sad (On God, on God)
I buy this Wraith, a Jag' (Frrt)
I don't give a damn, I'm that (I'm that, on bro)
Big bro just shipped that pack (Woo)
Move wrong, we slang that MAC (Shoo)
I know some **** inside the house, I know they won't come back (At all, on God, on God)
It's a game of cat and mouse like Tom and Jerry, I catch you, it's that (It's that, on bro)
Oh, you like to pillow talk? Okay, lil' bro, just stand on that, on bro (Just stand on that)
We push up with choppers, we push up with vibes, we push up in Rolls (On God)
If they throw you that time, just wait your time and stick to the code (On bro)
I love all my slimes, they pop out with 9s and wipe your nose (Slatt)
I don't give a damn 'bout this fame, I'll take all my money and go (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
I just live my life like I'm bulletproof (I'm bulletproof)
Everybody with me gon' shoot (Oh)
Lil' ****, what you gon' do? (Like what you gon' do?)
Treat a lil' boy like food (Food)
Quick to put a **** on a plate, huh (On a plate)
Straight out the jungle with them apes (Apes)
All a young **** know is take (Take)
Ayy, we just spent like thirty on a Cuban link (A Cuban link)
Designer mink (Designer mink), everybody with me don't think (Hell nah, they crank)
Catch a **** slippin' and we do his ass (We do his ass)
I ain't gotta talk, Lil Von gon' shoot his ass
Written by: YNW BSlime, YNW Melly, Yung Bans
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