Linkin 4 Safety lyrics

[Intro]
(Keyzz beats, man)
Grrah, n*gga
f*ck (Tec)
Lot of unlawful sh*t be goin' on, lot of sh*t that don't make sense

[Chorus: Nunnie Da III]
They got me back on my hot sh*t (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Anybody mention bro, them n*ggas gotta pay (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Watch out, I'm 'bout to flock it
Bro was throwin' from the corner, he movin' like Klay (n*gga)
If he not one of mine, he a dub
Backdoor season, it's only so much I could say (Grrah-grrah, boom)
n*ggas get on beats and try to act crazy, see us and always try to run away (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Linkin' for safety, they doin' bad
Posted on Blake tryna empty the mag (Grrah-grrah)
None of my n*ggas got hit, we could brag (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
We be chasin' n*ggas like we playin' tag (Grrah-grrah)
Little do y'all know, Bama n*ggas gay
And one of they rappers is low-key a fag (Faggot)
They linked with the Villе now, teamin' up against the Troops was kind of a drag (n*gga)

[Verse 1: Nunnie Da III]
Swervo need to gеt off of they knees (Grrah-grrah), them n*ggas never step foot in these P's (Grrah-grrah)
Flicked on KJ, boomed at RJ (Grrah-grrah), they know what's up when it come to the T's (On bro)
Hollows be hot, they a hundred degrees (f*ck)
We hopped MB, he was yellin', "Please" (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Why would n*ggas get me started? (Grrah-grrah) I told y'all before that I do this rappin' sh*t with ease (Grrah-grrah)
[Verse 2: Kay Glizz]
Frrah-frrah, boom
They got me back in effect (n*gga)
We had they rapper runnin', hittin' 'jects (On bro)
n*ggas goin' past you, shoutout to Jet (Shoutout to Jet, n*gga)
He got hit with some sh*t, and I ain't hear him yet (Y'all n*ggas soft)
It's like rookies tryna tweak with vets (On bro)
Shells gon' drop every trip when we step (Word to my dead)
KJ dissin' like he ain't almost met his death (KJ)
That should've been his last breath (Suck my di*k)
Ain't no Swervo n*gga a threat (What?)
n*ggas call us dirty while they sharin' sweats (n*ggas bums)
Ridiculous, n*ggas bums in the flesh (On bro)
Stop the rapper sh*t, n*ggas should go invest (Like, stop it, n*gga)
Wooo ni— Wooo n*ggas never got bread (WoooK)
sh*t is crazy, Boomer never got to flex
He checked in, and then he got checked with four dollars on him, n*gga was a pest (Broke-ass boy), on bro
How he talkin' 'bout money with me when they don't got ten? Go run up some breesh (Like, what the f*ck?)
Ray Pizz hit, I got what you need (Ray Pizz)
Try some funny sh*t, you gon' meet the glee (Word to my dead)
Gotta free the bosses, still free Fleej (Free Fleej, n*gga)
GL on the rock cookin' mac and cheese (Free GL)
Troopers always sturdy, n*gga, free the T's
Only people we be duckin' is the D's

[Chorus: Nunnie Da III]
They got me back on my hot sh*t (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Anybody mention bro, them n*ggas got of pay (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Watch out, I'm 'bout to flock it
Bro was throwin' from the corner, he movin' like Klay (n*gga)
If he not one of mine, he a dub
Backdoor season, it's only so much I could say (Grrah-grrah, boom)
n*ggas get on beats and try to act crazy, see us and always try to run away (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
Linkin' for safety, they doin' bad
Posted on Blake tryna empty the mag (Grrah-grrah)
None of my n*ggas got hit, we could brag (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
We be chasin' n*ggas like we playin' tag (Grrah-grrah)
Little do y'all know, Bama n*ggas gay
And one of they rappers is low-key a fag (Faggot)
They linked with the Ville now, teamin' up against the Troops was kind of a drag (n*gga)
[Outro: Kay Glizz]
NYPDK, n*gga, word to my dead, we—
Only people we duckin' is the D's, n*gga
Boomer died with four cash in his pocket, word to my dead, that n*gga was a pest
f*ck is you talkin' about? WoooK, BrownsvilleK, all y'all n*ggas get the belt
Y'all dirty, y'all n*ggas' water was brown
f*ck is you talkin' 'bout? Y'all was sharin' denims, suck my di*k
Y'all n*ggas could never talk about the T's, on bro grave