SAFE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
If I, had me a safe
If I
Had me a safe for all the bitches I done did wrong
I wouldn't have no space for all this cash I keep it real long
I'm at a cross roads
Dealing with these boss hoes
My gangy we brought in some packs now we some narcos
We keep a safe yea we too tied yea we too locked in
My hoes correct can't fuss for nun don't do no drop-ins
I been hot the topic know I fuck with real money
Blue
Cheddar
Real hundreds
Junkie
Hear the
Seal crumble
Ain't no time for all that moping
Get that money
In a rush
Told them big body up my line we came for sacks we get em stuffed
Like Tuck get paid for punts
Saving again, preserving the run
Huh
Make a dub
And I be in the cut
I feel bad for my ex bitch fumbled a bag chaser
We came in stunning shining bitch before they had tasers
Look they say iron sharpen iron
Where I'm from ain't no deficiency
Black and white that's all my pictures got no personality
If you say you solid stand your ground that's my reality
You took it personal
You been acting up i don't know why I bought that purse for you
This ain't bout get backs
Bitch don't play with me outside that boy house with a big strap
I'M NOT POSTING HER UNTIL HER SISTER KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME
I can't crash see between me and you im in that middle lane
Uh
If you met my shordy
You know she too die for
Treat her like she baby
All four of them pockets full
I make out the envy on your face
You the saddest one
So lately I been tryna roll the fattest blunts
Addiction fed I'm off the wake and smell the baggy crumble
I call my yellow bitch sponge
Suck like she blowing bubbles
Mm
Huh
Pay me the guap and I'm rocking the feat
Flying past niggas who trying be me
No fun
For you niggas
What gun
Aint my business
Hide the drum can't find the killer
Bagging eighths done got hands sticky this time don't get no realer (I know you feel it)
Had my fun
Let's get moving
We got shit to do
Told you once don't give a fuck it's jus the principle
Million dollar question how you rich and we ain't getting food
I gave god my problems and he said he don't know what to do
Me and woe we got that chicken make em Popeyes
We mean for real we scheme and kill anti to nice guys
Bridges got burnt and I got more paper
Seem like I got bread and I got more haters
I let her get what she want got a 100 in 20s I'm not trying spend
I want a vegan a mean one, shordy be fit make it easy to bend
Keep a safe
Know it ain't safe for all you bragging niggas
No time for "can't give you no bread, but still be having" niggas
I got all my niggas with me
That ain't by accident
But look believe my circle decreased less love less money spent
And that's a hunnit