Music Video

Loe Shimmy - Safe Route (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loe Shimmy
Loe Shimmy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Levin Buhtz
Levin Buhtz
Composer
Shamar Cox
Shamar Cox
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Denzel "Heartbreak" Richards
Denzel "Heartbreak" Richards
Recording Engineer
Tapekid
Tapekid
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
CLIPZY
CLIPZY
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Risked my life, I found a safer route, I'm in the booth until I make it
Put it in and don't wanna take it out, I just wanna leave it in you, baby
Selling bowls until I make it out, I'm somewhere trapping where it's vacant
Dropping bags, just tryna' get shit gone, I swear the trenches drive me crazy
All this guap, I might just drop the top off of that four-door coupe Mercedes
Brand new Prezi sitting on my left wrist, bust down Carti for my lady
Hit the show, you know I'm rocking out and we got choppas like the Navy
Switch my flow, they try to copy, now I make it hard to imitate me
[Verse 1]
Rollie my wrist, all my opps they be broke as a bitch, I'ma go grab that Patek Philippe
200 bowls, once they come in, I break down the load 'cause I'm gon' get it gone in a week
Hatin' on me, once I wake up, I'm poppin my shit, I just made me some racks in my sleep
Flyer than jet, when I walk out I'm fresh as a bitch, all this mud in my cup got me gone
Uh, all this mud in my cup got me gone
I just dirtied my Sprite, what a hell of a night, I just might put her name in my song
You look good in that dress but I'm taking it off in the Maybach, can't wait till we home
I done put shit to rest, foul him out, call the ref, don't disturb me when I'm in my zone
Call me crazy but I need you, baby, when I'm high off perkies and I'm feeling alone
Millions coming, I can feel it now and I'ma hit the top, I feel that shit in my bone
Rap don't work then I'ma hit the trap, I grab a thousand packs and run up racks on the phone
Pour up Wocky in my soda pop, even when I'm on the clock, I still get high as a drone
[Chorus]
Risked my life, I found a safer route, I'm in the booth until I make it
Put it in and don't wanna take it out, I just wanna leave it in you, baby
Selling bowls until I make it out, I'm somewhere trapping where it's vacant
Dropping bags, just tryna' get shit gone, I swear the trenches drive me crazy
All this guap, I might just drop the top off of that four-door coupe Mercedes
Brand new Prezi sitting on my left wrist, bust down Carti for my lady
Hit the show, you know I'm rocking out and we got choppas like the Navy
Switch my flow, they try to copy, now I make it hard to imitate me
Written by: Levin Buhtz, Shamar Cox
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