No Safety lyrics

[Refrain- Trap Gotti]
Had to hit that other jit cause he was talking crazy
Young n*gga tryna chill, can not, I gotta baby
Yea, I'm riding with that stick, I know they tryna take me
I told 'lil brother, "grab the wheel, I'm finna get to sprayin'"
And you know I'm hoppin' out
And you know I'm poppin' out
Yea, these n*ggas they be talkin'
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? Yea
If I don't got the glizzy, know that I'ma knock 'em out, yea
I never had to kizzy, yea I never had to cap, yea
I can't text you back I'm busy, sorry baby, chasing racks, yea
Aye, and they see that I'm that n*gga now
n*gga talkin' what they doin, knowing that, that sh*t a lie
Real gangsta movin' silent, n*gga what that sh*t about

[Chorus- Trap Gotti]
Don't care 'bout being famous
You know I'm staying dangerous
In other words, I spray it if a f*ck n*gga try to play me
Was tryna hit the mall, I had done got in a altеrcation
If he play, I knock him off, you know this Glock ain't got no safety, yea

[Verse 1- Trap Gotti]
And I'vе been feeling like it's f*ck a n*gga
And if he play, I let my brother get 'em
And I ain't f*cking with them other n*ggas
And they like "damn, he keep that cuttle with him"
Cause then, he go to choppin' sh*t, yea
When I'm steppin' out, you know I gotta pop my sh*t, yea
Ridin' with my Glock but, I just got another blick, yea
If a n*gga try, I gotta put him on his sh*t, yea
I gotta put him on his sh*t, yea
If a n*gga try, I gotta put him on his sh*t, yea
I gotta put him on his sh*t, yea
If a n*gga try, I gotta put him on his sh*t, yea
[Refrain- Trap Gotti]
Had to hit that other jit cause he was talking crazy
Young n*gga tryna chill, can not, I gotta baby
Yea, I'm riding with that stick, I know they tryna take me
I told 'lil brother, "grab the wheel, I'm finna get to sprayin'"
And you know I'm hoppin' out
And you know I'm poppin' out
Yea, these n*ggas they be talkin'
What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? Yea
If I don't got the glizzy, know that I'ma knock 'em out, yea
I never had to kizzy, yea I never had to cap, yea
I can't text you back I'm busy, sorry baby, chasing racks, yea
Aye, and they see that I'm that n*gga now
n*gga talkin' what they doin, knowing that, that sh*t a lie
Real gangsta movin' silent, n*gga what that sh*t about

[Chorus- Trap Gotti]
Don't care 'bout being famous
You know I'm staying dangerous
In other words, I spray it if a f*ck n*gga try to play me
Was tryna hit the mall, I had done got in a altercation
If he play, I knock him off, you know this Glock ain't got no safety, yea

[Verse 2- Spinabenz]
Even in the mall, they know I'ma blow
n*gga try me like I'm pus*y, leave 'em in the store
I ain't with that cappin' I'm 'bout action
I'm 'bout everything say, I ain't just rapping
Aye, Max banging blood, get a napkin
Knew that n*gga was gone die, like I had seen it on the Simpsons
Go get that choppa, hit his house, landlord we evict him
Spinz always been a suspect, never been a victim
Thought that n*gga was his brother
Caught him loafin' and we clipped him
Filled him up, like a whole damn clip, hollow-tipped him
n*gga think it was a bey blade challenge cause, we ripped him
We shoot missiles, I don't go nowhere without my pistol
Told Ku, she get out of line, kill his sister
Madden 21, I'll have all my n*ggas blissin'
We gone make it rain, dear I ain't talkin' Blitzen
You can diamond check my chain, VVS this b*tch glistening
Spinz, got bars like a box so, they hittin'
Hot call, lookin' for the opps on a mission
You can tell by the way I talk, that I did this
I'm with this, the opps killed my 'lil cousin
Where they motherf*ckin' kids at?
b*tch, I'm finna go, grrahhh, where my switch at?
Hit 'em with the whole damn clip, make 'em feel this
Football player, b*tch I'm stuck where the field at?!