Safehouse (Remix)

(Baker Yung)
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 (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'
 Gots 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 jump 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 homi
 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 tryin' to sign me
 But I want a 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 niggas 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
 Fuck my opps, niggas 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 shit
 Hit his ass with a stick like a fuckin' piñata
 Balenciaga don dada, mad Max in shottas
 Watch me cook it, serve a nigga in his face, benihana
 That nigga gon' die if he try me
 I'm a big rip, 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' 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