Nobody Safe Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
It's one of them, yeah, who finna check me
Ayy, ayy, real question though, who is finna check me
Who finna check me
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Silencer up on the Uzi, it don't make a sound
Play retarded, I'ma get my cuddy and them to walk you down
I am not a trapper, I finesse, sell mid and blow the loud
Nigga tryna Chris Brown, run it, we'll take him down
These bitches only hard body when I'm not around
You was talking crazy on the net, tryna get some clout
Turned that lil' bitch into a donor, call it seven pounds
Nigga fooled me once, he fooled me twice and now he in the ground
Ayy, I'm smoking backwoods, type to make a nigga fall in love
This pussy that good, I'm lit anywhere I go, I'm good in this or that hood
Had to cut that lil' baby off, planned parenthood
I had to tell that nigga bag up, I be with them reapers
Better run, you see that black truck, got some ugly bitches
In the back, they keep the Mac tucked, my bitch don't even need no titties
She got a fat butt, talking crazy on the gram until he got touched
Like the priest be doing to them kids, that nigga got touched
A lot of these lil' hoes be cool, but they is not us
I put that lil' hoe up underground just like her name, Russ
Ayy, throw it back lil' baby, shake it all, I really want your face
I don't like dick, but I can take it
Long as you gon ice me down, flood out my wrist, he got me skating
I just mixed Lean and gas up with the Taylor, now I'm faded
I'm deranged, these voices talk up in my brain
All this ice up on my body, bitch it's cold like everyday
Bitch, I'm busting down a P, and yo bitch, rolled out a tray
I ain't with the lollygagging, we don't speak, hoe, we just aim
You can call me Gordon Ramsay, cook a bitch up like a steak
I can't pop out matching with you hoes, cause all that shit is fake
Told my lil' bitch I can't change, I'm too set up in my ways
I just turned into a demon, off a bean
nobody's safe, ayy