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Safehouse (Remix)
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Maxo Kream
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(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 sh*t all into boxes Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin' Got racks in my pockets, a b*t*h n***a 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 n***as 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 sh*t, 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 n***as a copy I bet if I give her this pill that shе jumped out her body It's wet, but I bеt 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 homi These n***as too pu**y 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 tryin' to 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 Murder Block Crip, trampoline, catchin' bodies Used to pull kick-doors, always been ten toes Shout out Rizzoo Rizzoo 'cause n***as scared to fight me Still get the 'bows in on schedule Good 'za bags of pressure Still wrap 'em and ship 'em and scrape up the extras Handicap Crip, we special Hit him with the tool, on the news, he a special Pull up and shoot like James Harden with carbines and rockets They spin when I spin, pull up, drop off deposits Hop out big bodies with shotties, don't get out your body Just bought me an opp, on they block, we go shoppin' Fat black with a gap, monkey nuts on the strap You can't sit in my trap 'less you servin' or shoppin' We got 'bows of Gelati and bales of Biscotti Got a thot in the spot cookin' rocks and she topless F**k my opps, n***as mad 'cause we popped at they partners They just diss on the 'net 'cause they yet to come pop us I put that on Crip, they ain't really on sh*t Hit his a** with a stick like a f**kin' piñata Balenciaga don dada, Mad Max in Shottas Watch me cook it, serve a n***a in his face, Benihana That n***a gon' die if he try me I'm a big Crip, bangin' C's like tsunami (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' sh*t in my body But if I ain't flippin' that pack, then I'm robbin' the party They steppin' on sh*t, 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 n***as, 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 pu**y, I don't f**k with the talkin' See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin' These n***as ain't really steppin', they really just walkin' These n***as the feds, they be talkin' I got some killers on deck that's gon' scoot for the profit
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