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