Street Ain't Safe
Squad Shit
Street ain't safe nigga
So you better watch who you call yo homie(carti)
Yo waddup my nigga
I see them niggas,I kno the streets ain't safe
Street never safe nigga,street never safe,street never safe carti
Of cos I kno that's why I hold my 30 glock anytime I roll in the streets
So these niggas can do nothing to me(they can do nothin)
Street Ain't Safe
Like a nigga gon pull up on Blake
So I take out my glock,whenever I'm in town
We gon cause a brawl,with my niggas in chap
Cos we don't split up,we roll in the squad
Incase we get jumped,plus we don't get popped
We rappers in dark,like cracking them bags
See a nigga get knocked,like he was on drugs
These niggas ain't real fuck niggas get real
So how am gon chill,I'm paying them bills
The kno we do drills,like holding them mills
I made a nigga count,he made a faint sound
So nigga watsup you gotta scram now!
See these niggas keep showing off
So they die young
I keep my brothers round me
Our circle so small
I hold my 30 glock incase these niggas tryna do me wrong
These bitches hammering cos they kno I'm sweet cos they love my thang
I'm your nigga big slime I bet these niggas heard it right
He gon blow he go take a nigga from the east side
Oh yea they kno yea these bitches kno imma make it thru
And if you try you gon see a wrath of a nigga from YRB
And if you think it thru you gon see that you don't even fit in
When you see me running round you better go extinct
Bitches kno what am up to,of course they don't even think thru
I go round the city with my 30 glock yea
Ask ma nigga slime he gon tell you what I do
I blow 30 thang and these niggas they come thru
What they kno,Of course they don't
Bitches fuck of course they don't
Ask my nigga big slime he gon tell you what I done
Street Ain't Safe
Like a nigga gon pull up on Blake
So I take out my glock,whenever I'm in town
We gon cause a brawl,with my niggas in chap
Cos we don't split up,we roll in the squad
Incase we get jumped,plus we don't get popped
We rappers in dark,like cracking them bags
See a nigga get knocked,like he was on drugs
These niggas ain't real fuck niggas get real
So how am gon chill,I'm paying them bills
The kno we do drills,like holding them mills
I made a nigga count,he made a faint sound
So nigga watsup you gotta scram now
They kno me,no of course you don't
You better watch your,door watch your steps
Watch how you roll in the fucking turfs
These niggas joke these niggas really joke
They think they poke,imma crack yo nose
Watch how you roll,cos when we cross
You can never oppose
Cos we in the store,we buying the golds
Cos they kno I'm dope my dress even show
Just watch your hoes,this bitches even show
These niggas want to kno,I'm calling the pops
Street Ain't Safe
Like a nigga gon pull up on Blake
So I take out my glock,whenever I'm in town
We gon cause a brawl,with my niggas in chap
Cos we don't split up,we roll in the squad
Incase we get jumped,plus we don't get popped
We rappers in dark,like cracking them bags
See a nigga get knocked,like he was on drugs
These niggas ain't real fuck niggas get real
So how am gon chill,I'm paying them bills
The kno we do drills,like holding them mills
I made a nigga count,he made a faint sound
So nigga watsup you gotta scram now
Street ain't safe nigga
So you better watch who you call yo homie(carti)
Yo waddup my nigga
I see them niggas,I kno the streets ain't safe
Street never safe nigga,street never safe,street never safe carti
Of cos I kno that's why I hold my 30 glock anytime I roll in the streets
So these niggas can do nothing to me(they can do nothin)
Street Ain't Safe
Like a nigga gon pull up on Blake
So I take out my glock,whenever I'm in town
We gon cause a brawl,with my niggas in chap
Cos we don't split up,we roll in the squad
Incase we get jumped,plus we don't get popped
We rappers in dark,like cracking them bags
See a nigga get knocked,like he was on drugs
These niggas ain't real fuck niggas get real
So how am gon chill,I'm paying them bills
The kno we do drills,like holding them mills
I made a nigga count,he made a faint sound
So nigga watsup you gotta scram now!
See these niggas keep showing off
So they die young
I keep my brothers round me
Our circle so small
I hold my 30 glock incase these niggas tryna do me wrong
These bitches hammering cos they kno I'm sweet cos they love my thang
I'm your nigga big slime I bet these niggas heard it right
He gon blow he go take a nigga from the east side
Oh yea they kno yea these bitches kno imma make it thru
And if you try you gon see a wrath of a nigga from YRB
And if you think it thru you gon see that you don't even fit in
When you see me running round you better go extinct
Bitches kno what am up to,of course they don't even think thru
I go round the city with my 30 glock yea
Ask ma nigga slime he gon tell you what I do
I blow 30 thang and these niggas they come thru
What they kno,Of course they don't
Bitches fuck of course they don't
Ask my nigga big slime he gon tell you what I done
Street Ain't Safe
Like a nigga gon pull up on Blake
So I take out my glock,whenever I'm in town
We gon cause a brawl,with my niggas in chap
Cos we don't split up,we roll in the squad
Incase we get jumped,plus we don't get popped
We rappers in dark,like cracking them bags
See a nigga get knocked,like he was on drugs
These niggas ain't real fuck niggas get real
So how am gon chill,I'm paying them bills
The kno we do drills,like holding them mills
I made a nigga count,he made a faint sound
So nigga watsup you gotta scram now
They kno me,no of course you don't
You better watch your,door watch your steps
Watch how you roll in the fucking turfs
These niggas joke these niggas really joke
They think they poke,imma crack yo nose
Watch how you roll,cos when we cross
You can never oppose
Cos we in the store,we buying the golds
Cos they kno I'm dope my dress even show
Just watch your hoes,this bitches even show
These niggas want to kno,I'm calling the pops
Street Ain't Safe
Like a nigga gon pull up on Blake
So I take out my glock,whenever I'm in town
We gon cause a brawl,with my niggas in chap
Cos we don't split up,we roll in the squad
Incase we get jumped,plus we don't get popped
We rappers in dark,like cracking them bags
See a nigga get knocked,like he was on drugs
These niggas ain't real fuck niggas get real
So how am gon chill,I'm paying them bills
The kno we do drills,like holding them mills
I made a nigga count,he made a faint sound
So nigga watsup you gotta scram now
Credits
Writer(s): Ismail Gariba
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