Safehouse
Ba-Baker Yung (yo, Ben)
Turn me up a little bit more
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposits, we puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach, then I'm poppin'
It's you, or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it, ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies, got rank in the city
I make me one call, and you bodied, see, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit, somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders, I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill that she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke, give her hope and I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that field before cleats and a high knee
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like they don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryna sign me
But I want an M for my son, ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy, it like a
Ayy, hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right, I'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice, but ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack, then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas, I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion, just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy, I don't fuck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin', they really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's gon' scoot for the profit
Turn me up a little bit more
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy
See, we posted with pistols and rockets
Ain't makin' deposits, we puttin' that shit all into boxes
Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'
Got racks in my pockets, a bitch nigga reach, then I'm poppin'
It's you, or it's me, that's the option
You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it, ain't got you no bodies
See, really you niggas nobodies, got rank in the city
I make me one call, and you bodied, see, we flash and crash as a hobby
Been goin' too fast with this shit, somethin' like Ricky Bobby
I'm strapped like it's part of my body
Stiff at the shoulders, I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali
You fake, yeah, you niggas a copy
I bet if I give her this pill that she jumped out her body
It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke, give her hope and I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that field before cleats and a high knee
These niggas too pussy to try me
Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like they don't know where I be
600 the block, do you copy?
I really had fiends at the hotel gettin' lit in the lobby
These labels, they tryna sign me
But I want an M for my son, ain't no tellin' what I need
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy, it like a
Ayy, hold on, Darlo
Ayy, get it right, I'm finna punch in
I'm finna double back
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C
I'm cold with them sticks and that ice, but ain't never play hockey
That hustlin' shit in my body
But if I ain't flippin' that pack, then I'm robbin' the party
They steppin' on shit, hardly
Jumped in the game off the top rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy
Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny
Really too wavy for niggas, I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"
Taliban not a gang, we an army
And yeah, we been havin' some motion, just waitin' to spark it
Smellin' like gas up in Target
Caught an opp lackin', he pussy, I don't fuck with the talkin'
See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'
These niggas ain't really steppin', they really just walkin'
These niggas the feds, they be talkin'
I got some killers on deck that's gon' scoot for the profit
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Writer(s): Ivan Ariel Tagle, Samuel Solis, Bigx Thaplug
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