It Ain't Safe (feat. Von J)

It ain't safe round here
Hold, hold on nigga
It ain't safe round here nigga, they should of told you that
(Look)

Guns, drugs, bodies
Guns, drugs, bodies
Guns, drugs, bodies
Guns, drugs, bodies

Guns, drugs, bodies and
Whoever it is we droppin' em
Remy bottles, poppin' em
You started a war ain't no stopping em
Chris Johnson, clocking it
Sold 4 for the 3, ain't no topping it
Let em in through back, I was pocketing
They heard he get money, they watching em
Not again
They want the most expensive shit, she want the Prada and
She want designer, I think she after my commas
No Benihana's
I make her cook like my mama
Walaikum Assalam
Laking him with all is partners, who finna stop us
Gotta problem my shottas will fly you out to the Bahamas like you gotta concert
Not wit the nonsense, they wanna copy the coppa's
They white and black like Obama
They ain't safe us, boy we still in the drama

And it ain't safe for a nigga, feel like it ain't a place for a nigga
So what it take for a nigga shoot you in your fucking face for his nigga
What it take for a fucking prison break, breaking out my niggas
Before I break, I just need to escape from this bitch before I kill her
No ice, no vanilla, fuck that, buy a crib with the skrilla
No bars for gorillas, fuck that, all pipes for my killas

They know that I'm holding, ain't safe if you folding
They say that I'm hot, but they know that I'm scolding
Mental is vivid, Lebron on his pivot
They gave me my flowers, it smell like they shitted
Everybody wanna be the man til' the man hauled off to prison (Woo)
Everybody wanna know the plan til' the plan cause a collision (Woo)
Broad day, wit the bald fade, wit the call of duty ammunition
I don't rest on a sabbath day, I got duty to fill on them bitches
Universal clips, I just switch the guns
Ion trust a bitch, I just switch the funds
See the finish line, I just switch to run
All the pain inside, I just switch to fun
Back down from a clown hoe, never
It ain't safe in the streets, know better
If the opp know the plan, better hope that ya man
That ya man, that ya man gon wet em
Apply pressure, apply pressure, don't let up
Love and hate come with four damn letters
And the cops don't care, they let us
You gotta run to escape, they dread us