Niggas Ain’t Safe

[Chorus] Niggas ain't safe I put that nut on your bae I just been low, tryna stay out the way Get to the bag, gotta know how to play I'm tryna stay focused and fill up the safe Can't go big on big Hit a lil' nigga with a big old Fin Oh, you not not on my kin I'm poppin' that shit and I'm settin' the trend Watch cost a brick and a split You kicking that bitch and she sucking my dick Five bands spent on a 'fit We just been chillin', a whole lot of vibes at the Ritz We just be stacking this paper and we stay together, I'm pulling my mans up I got the strap in my hand, I'm firing, I'm busting, ain't puttin' my hands up [Verse 1] We used to wake up and terrorize the block How can we fall when we still at the top? Whole lot of hoes and they come by the flock Called 'em, I just caught a drop from a thot Sellin' out shows and we bringin' 'em out Few niggas lost they whole life for some clout I used to get 'em in, get 'em right out I'm a young mogul and they know my name in the South I just be doing my bars, I'm switching the cars, I'm doing it large Knew I would make it, I knew from the start I was a star with a whole lot of heart Sixth grade, got caught with some cash I was moving it fast All that hating on the sucker nigga shit Bro, you won't last I got a few snakes in the grass Lot of bad bitches, they bad They quick to wipe your lil' nose (Slatt) Niggas be going out sad Preach how you broke and you petty Walk in the club, throw them racks like confetti Runnin' through 36 hoes like I'm Bettis You talkin' 'bout money, let's get it 'Cause I got a bad money fetish [Chorus] Niggas ain't safe I put that nut on your bae I just been low, tryna stay out the way Get to the bag, gotta know how to play I'm tryna stay focused and fill up the safe Can't go big on big Hit a lil' nigga with a big old Fin Oh, you not not on my kin I'm poppin' that shit and I'm settin' the trend Watch cost a brick and a split You kicking that bitch and she sucking my dick Five bands spent on a 'fit We just been chillin', a whole lot of vibes at the Ritz We just be stacking this paper and we stay together, I'm pulling my mans up I got the strap in my hand, I'm firing, I'm busting, ain't puttin' my hands up [Verse 2] I'm smoking on Gushers, think I was born with the hustle Niggas play tough and they actin' all crazy, shit, I know I'ma bust My niggas gon' go off the muscle Burn niggas up like he Usher Ho, ain't no way I can trust you I'd rather get it myself You can hear the pain in my voice I been sippin' all this syrup, got me hoarse Leave these bitches with the quickness, no remorse I'm 'bout to go to the dealership and get that Porsche Now they gotta pay me for my voice I had to rap 'cause this shit was a choice Speaking with volume and I got a voice Pull up, hop out the back of the Rolls Royce Bitches, they say that I'm bad to the bone Creed and Biscotti, yeah, that's my cologne No, we not sparing shit, don't call my phone Catch him down bad, we gon' send his ass home [Chorus] Niggas ain't safe I put that nut on your bae I just been low, tryna stay out the way Get to the bag, gotta know how to play I'm tryna stay focused and fill up the safe Can't go big on big Hit a lil' nigga with a big old Fin Oh, you not not on my kin I'm poppin' that shit and I'm settin' the trend Watch cost a brick and a split You kicking that bitch and she sucking my dick Five bands spent on a 'fit We just been chillin', a whole lot of vibes at the Ritz We just be stacking this paper and we stay together, I'm pulling my mans up I got the strap in my hand, I'm firing, I'm busting, ain't puttin' my hands up