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Idk – Bulletproof Lyrics (feat. Denzel Curry & Maxo Kream)

FnZ, oh damn

First off, rest in peace to my dawgs
You can’t feel the pain inside of my heart
I was just a boy inside of the dark
I grew up and now I see through the fog
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot

Please don’t make him pull up with that Draco (Brra, brra)
Aim it at your noggin, give you halo (Fly, fly)
Give him twenty bands under table (Right)
He gon’ paint his face like it’s Maco (Yeah)
The shooter, he on payroll (Okay)
I break it down like LEGO (Uh-huh)
That boy the type to spin the nigga block like a [?] (Right)
And you know he ain’t tellin’ (Yeah), he always been a felon (Felon)
His hammer got him dancin’ up and down like they Ellen, uh (Shh)
Now a nigga Margielin’, uh
New chain every time he send a nigga goin’ up to live in Heaven, uh
Four shots to the melon, uh
Circle back if he ain’t get him, uh
More shots, now he got him, uh
If you see a nigga talkin’, uh
Pop the trunk, is there a problem? Uh

First off, rest in peace to my dawgs
You can’t feel the pain inside of my heart

I was just a boy inside of the dark
I grew up and now I see through the fog
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot

We all off the Matrix, Maxo, Young Dolph bulletproof
Trigger Maxo, Waka Flocka Draco choppa aim at you
This nigga actin’ like he trappin’, real-life cappin’, he a ho
For all that actin’, get to clappin’, shoot a nigga like B-roll
You niggas straight bitch, fake hard, handicap crip
Set trip, we gon’ reach hard, lil’ nigga only six
Can’t count, don’t know the alphabet but he could load a hundred clip up in the AR
Stevie Wonder, walk with sticks like Ray Charles

First off, rest in peace to my dawgs
You can’t feel the pain inside of my heart
I was just a boy inside of the dark
I grew up and now I see through the fog
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot (Yuh)
Think you bulletproof (Ayy) ’til my shooter shoot

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$UICIDEBOY$ – Pictures (feat. Maxo Kream)

[VERSE 1: YUNG OOZE]
Posted with the blunt and I don’t need to take no fuckin’ pictures
Fuckin’ wit yo bitch she keep on sendin’ me all type of pictures
Been a duck
Jukin’ and dodgin’ all these unzipped zippers
I don’t trust no hoe
Screenshots posted when I’m scrollin’ Insta
Gram in the Wood
I don’t give a fuck bout who is wit you, who you know, and what you did
I’ll be smokin till I get blisters
Pass it to the mirror
Hit it twice and pass it back
Smoke a sac
Spill some act
Got a tombstone fuck a plaque

[VERSE 2: LIL REMAINS]
Creep at night
Look for homicide
Those I want to die
I am anti-christ
Your saviour
The god in flesh tonight
Lullabys I’m singing with blood coming down my eyes
Walking over dead who’s full of lead
I had to kill him in my torture chamber, yeah
Koopsta Knicca told me do it so I could not say no to him
No no no no
How many times I said it that I want to go
Glock to my temple
Devil tells me no

[VERSE 3: MAXO KREAM]
You steady postin’ with that burner
You ain’t shoot shit
You just takin’ pictures
44 nickel hit ya, hollow split ya
T-shirt with your picture
Actavis come get your issue
Blow like tissue, smoke like swisher
Pull up to your residential
We can’t find you, shoot your sister
2 23s through window, Trigger Maxo bitch you know my name
Joysticks like Nintendo since you niggas think that it’s a game
Call of Duty tactics with that plastic, stretch you like elastic
Flip’em like gymnastics, acrobatic
Fuck an open casket