SAFETY! lyrics

[Intro]
(Noxygen on the track)
(This is a KarmaMøb exclusive)

[Chorus]
No way no way
Motherf*ckas really thinkin' that I won't go slay
Pull up with twin Glocks no I ain't gon' fade
Ya homie got shot no face, no case
b*tch I don't feel pain
Recently just hate
Everything that is in front of me, I cannot cope lately
I really cannot f*ck with a rapper that cap daily
And if I'm in public this Glock ain't on safety

[Verse 1]
I cannot take the fakes
Be talkin' but ain't bout it face to face
Go place to place cause I'm tryna race the Jakes
This uppercut puttin' ya face in space
My Bape got weight, so I just might mate yo' mate
They told me to get on more Phonk so I
I ate the plate, along with the beats that I'm given because I embrace the hate
I'm mating the maiden you made in
I'm f*ckin' yo' mama she grind on my rail like we skatin'
Ain't in the same little state as these rappers who screamin' on tracks they be crying n' whalin'
And the whole gang is brigading the game
We ain't came here to play we just tryna get famous
f*ck you n' all of the rappers you paying to carry you up on yo' track or your playlist
f*ck that white boy
And his dreads rip 'em off his head
f*ck all that Designer in yo' threads
You look f*ckin' sped
Screaming f*ck the motherf*ckin' feds
Till I'm f*cking dead
f*ck the f*ckin' f*ck who f*ckin' said
BROKIE wasn't next
f*ck boys tryna play me b*tch
And it don't get old
Look into my eyes, pus*y b*tch
I know you gon' fold
I just wanna die
But the litch stay inside my soul
Talkin 'bout my life
You ain't sh*t
Write you out the scroll
[Chorus]
No way no way
Motherf*ckas really thinkin' that I won't go slay
Pull up with twin Glocks no I ain't gon' fade
Ya homie got shot no face, no case
b*tch I don't feel pain
Recently just hate
Everything that is in front of me, I cannot cope lately
I really cannot f*ck with a rapper that cap daily
And if I'm in public this Glock ain't on safety
No way no way
Motherf*ckas really thinkin' that I won't go slay
Pull up with twin Glocks no I ain't gon' fade
Ya homie got shot no face, no case
b*tch I don’t feel pain
Recently just hate
Everything that is in front of me, I cannot cope lately
I really cannot f*ck with a rapper that cap daily
And if I’m in public this Glock ain't on safety

[Verse 2]
No b*tch it ain't on safety
Lately
Killin' all these rappers trynna play me
Maybe
They should leave me 'lone, stop blowin' up my phone bout some sh*t that just don’t entertain me
Hate me
I don’t give a f*ck if you hate me
b*tch and I don’t give a f*ck if I’m shady
To you
Rapper actin' b*tch like babies
Boohoo
No b*tch it ain't on safety
Doot doot!
[Outro]
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock
f*ckboy wan' sh*t on my name
He can kiss this Glock