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nobody safe - y2 lyrics

bopper don’t come wit that lip imma split
if the choppa don’t come wit extendo or clip
i just scratch that b*tch off like a lottery tick
we ain’t spinning no bottles it gotta be sip
my lil emo lil b*tch know it’s slit like a wrist
i don’t worship the devil but stay in a six
gotta eat what you k!ll so i stay wita dish
i’m up twenty five eight making plays in dis b*tch
i just mob wit the n*ggas ain’t calling in sick
i trust karma don’t trust none of these b*tches i hit
you involving a choppa i’m watching my six
stanley cup full of purple wit mask and a stick
ain’t on vacay but keep me some bags in dis b*tch
don’t do magic but i seen some rags turn to rich
want the whole thing no mo going half on dis sh*t
drops some racks we don’t open no tab if it’s lit n*gga

slit
prolly got one in the sheets
prolly got one in the streets
prolly got one in my seat
prolly got one when i sleep
can’t play it safе in dis b*tch
can’t play it safe in dis b*tch
n0body safe in dis b*tch
n0body safe
stack it and pilе it all up in a safe
i got bodies on bodies it might be a baby
try me i promise you that’s where he lay
hit his jaw wita blade now they callin him face
no i don’t want your heart bae i just want your face
my name in the city be jumping like jays
do a show out in philly the crib in the a
smokin gas while i’m whippin it hit like the bass
think they run it but really they runnin in place
up in la i took all the cash out the chase
you on ig i f*ck all the models you chase
b*tches talking but really ain’t bout what they say
when we pop out we drink out the bottle no chase
talkin down on the net we gon hop out and spray
different routes to the crib they can’t find where i stay
all this ice on my neck got me frozen in place

slit
prolly got one in the sheets
prolly got one in the streets
prolly got one in my seat
prolly got one when i sleep
can’t play it safe in dis b*tch
can’t play it safe in dis b*tch
n0body safe in dis b*tch
n0body safe
ain’t no one safe in this b*tch but the shootas
and i might just make an assist no computers
we right in your face in this b*tch better cool it
you might catch a case in this b*tch like we do it
slide down the roof in the whip
talk like a playa and walk like a playa
i step in the front seat you losing ya b*tch
coupe bullet proof full of tint
cuz i don’t know they intent
and i got dead presidents
if it don’t make money it don’t make sense
been raising prices as high as a blimp
she wanna slide wita pimp
she don’t wan ride wita simp
eyes off the safe don’t even make the attempt
watching em all like ain’t no one exempt
hatas be mad when they say that i’m lit
cuz they paying me mind but ain’t paying they rent

- y2 lyrics

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