Letra de BULLET PROOF - Yung Bans

(Feat. YNW Melly, YNW BSlime)

Hey, slatt

He my evil twin, he the evil twin, slatt (Mwahahaha)

That's evil twin

(8-8-8-8), alright

I just live my life like I'm bulletproof (I'm bulletproof)

Everybody with me gon' shoot (Oh)

Lil' nigga, what you gon' do? (Like what you gon' do?)

Treat a lil' boy like food (Food)

Quick to put a nigga on a plate, huh (On a plate)

Straight out the jungle with them apes (Apes)

All a young nigga 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 nigga slippin' and we do his ass (We do his ass)

I ain't gotta talk, Lil Von gon' shoot his ass, huh, uh (Slatt)

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

Nigga 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)

Straight up out that gutter, out that jungle, fuck what you heard

Hit a lick in the Demon, I swerve, these broke-ass niggas gettin' on my nerves

Fuck a nigga 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 niggas never knew me, like mafia how we moving

How the DA gon' accuse me? Tryna give me life, they was rooting

I just live my life like I'm bulletproof (I'm bulletproof)

Everybody with me gon' shoot (Oh)

Lil' nigga, what you gon' do? (Like what you gon' do?)

Treat a lil' boy like food (Food)

Quick to put a nigga on a plate, huh (On a plate)

Straight out the jungle with them apes (Apes)

All a young nigga 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 nigga 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)

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 niggas 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 niggas 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)

I just live my life like I'm bulletproof (I'm bulletproof)

Everybody with me gon' shoot (Oh)

Lil' nigga, what you gon' do? (Like what you gon' do?)

Treat a lil' boy like food (Food)

Quick to put a nigga on a plate, huh (On a plate)

Straight out the jungle with them apes (Apes)

All a young nigga 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 nigga slippin' and we do his ass (We do his ass)

I ain't gotta talk, Lil Von gon' shoot his ass

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