Linkin 4 Safety

(Keyzz beats, man)

Grrah, ****

Fuck (Tec)

Lot of unlawful shit be goin' on, lot of shit that don't make sense

They got me back on my hot shit (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

Anybody mention bro, them **** gotta pay (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Watch out, I'm 'bout to flock it

Bro was throwin' from the corner, he movin' like Klay (****)

If he not one of mine, he a dub

Backdoor season, it's only so much I could say (Grrah-grrah, boom)

**** get on beats and try to act crazy, see us and always try to run away (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)

Linkin' for safety, they doin' bad

Posted on Blake tryna empty the mag (Grrah-grrah)

None of my **** got hit, we could brag (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

We be chasin' **** like we playin' tag (Grrah-grrah)

Little do y'all know, Bama **** gay

And one of they rappers is low-key a fag (Faggot)

They linked with the Ville now, teamin' up against the Troops was kind of a drag (****)

Swervo need to get off of they knees (Grrah-grrah), them **** never step foot in these P's (Grrah-grrah)

Flicked on KJ, boomed at RJ (Grrah-grrah), they know what's up when it come to the T's (On bro)

Hollows be hot, they a hundred degrees (Fuck)

We hopped MB, he was yellin', "Please" (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

Why would **** get me started? (Grrah-grrah) I told y'all before that I do this rappin' shit with ease (Grrah-grrah)

Frrah-frrah, boom

They got me back in effect (****)

We had they rapper runnin', hittin' 'jects (On bro)

**** goin' past you, shoutout to Jet (Shoutout to Jet, ****)

He got hit with some shit, and I ain't hear him yet (Y'all **** soft)

It's like rookies tryna tweak with vets (On bro)

Shells gon' drop every trip when we step (Word to my dead)

KJ dissin' like he ain't almost met his death (KJ)

That should've been his last breath (Suck my dick)

Ain't no Swervo **** a threat (What?)

**** call us dirty while they sharin' sweats (**** bums)

Ridiculous, **** bums in the flesh (On bro)

Stop the rapper shit, **** should go invest (Like, stop it, ****)

Wooo ni— Wooo **** never got bread (WoooK)

Shit is crazy, Boomer never got to flex

He checked in, and then he got checked with four dollars on him, **** was a pest (Broke-ass boy), on bro

How he talkin' 'bout money with me when they don't got ten? Go run up some breesh (Like, what the fuck?)

Ray Pizz hit, I got what you need (Ray Pizz)

Try some funny shit, you gon' meet the glee (Word to my dead)

Gotta free the bosses, still free Fleej (Free Fleej, ****)

GL on the rock cookin' mac and cheese (Free GL)

Troopers always sturdy, ****, free the T's

Only people we be duckin' is the D's

They got me back on my hot shit (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

Anybody mention bro, them **** got of pay (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Watch out, I'm 'bout to flock it

Bro was throwin' from the corner, he movin' like Klay (****)

If he not one of mine, he a dub

Backdoor season, it's only so much I could say (Grrah-grrah, boom)

**** get on beats and try to act crazy, see us and always try to run away (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)

Linkin' for safety, they doin' bad

Posted on Blake tryna empty the mag (Grrah-grrah)

None of my **** got hit, we could brag (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)

We be chasin' **** like we playin' tag (Grrah-grrah)

Little do y'all know, Bama **** gay

And one of they rappers is low-key a fag (Faggot)

They linked with the Ville now, teamin' up against the Troops was kind of a drag (****)

NYPDK, ****, word to my dead, we—

Only people we duckin' is the D's, ****

Boomer died with four cash in his pocket, word to my dead, that **** was a pest

Fuck is you talkin' about? WoooK, BrownsvilleK, all y'all **** get the belt

Y'all dirty, y'all ****' water was brown

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Y'all was sharin' denims, suck my dick

Y'all **** could never talk about the T's, on bro grave