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