Luhh5xx - Aint shit safe

Ooh, long live Shaun, you know what the fuck going on
Whole lotta BTS shit
GEG shit, fuck you talking about
On God

D-Hawk drop, pop pop, bitch
These niggas know we ain't missing
Bullet hit your ass, make your ass start itching
These niggas really be pussy sneak dissin'

These niggas pussy, rat, Tom and Jerry
These niggas know we ain't scared
These niggas really be soft like berry
They know we really send shit to heaven

They know we top of shit off
We bang the five nigga, fuck onna boss
And these bullets, hit yo ahh nigga like baseball
Ayy scratch that, we caught an opp at the mall

Scratch that, these niggas know not to play
We baking shit like a motherfucking cake
And these niggas want smoke, put the drac to his face
Keep dissing the dead, put your ass in your place

These niggas really be capping they lyin
Try to run off, we gon' fuck up your spine
And Ian cuffing these hoes, these bitches ain't mine
Innis bihh widd 'parlay, he said bitches be lying

Innis bitch widd' parlay, these bitches gon' go
Pull on the opp block, knock at your door
And we passin' the bitch to the gang, hit the woah
Ayy, bitch nigga, woah

Hit the woah
Speak on the gang, bitch, we pushin' yo froo
You niggas be cappin', bitch, you don't want to smoke
These niggas sissy, hoes on god

Bullet hit his ass make det fuck, nigga, fart
And these niggas slow, dumb retard
And one thing about me, I won't question God
And one thing about me, I won't go for none

BTS gang smoke, opps in the blunt
And we don't smoke, mid pressure , gas , these runtz
And you niggas hoes, stop posting them guns
Posted onna block yu reach you gonna die , we boiling shii like a Mf pot

And tell them niggas, stop hiding all that hiding pop-out
Stop high pop-out
You niggas can't fwm with me
These ain't the type of bullets that you can eat

Like John's cena bitch, you can't see me
You niggas some hoes, I don't tolerate beef
And they know we really be walking shit down
These niggas really be, pussy they some clowns

Bitch, when I make it to you get on the ground, don't look at me
Little nigga, look to at the ground
And that point for, you to waste money onna vest
We ain't for your body, we aim at your neck

And we lock the cartels we chop off neck she look, she took , nigga come get your
Bitch, I got a call they said slow it down
Me beef ova, bitch, look how you sound
Its plenty ' in the world, nigga, look all around

And you try to run off, we gon' hawk your ass down
Ayy, long live Shaun, you know wat the fuck goin' on
Really goin' off on this motherfucker
You niggas really, ain't seein' me

Ayy, we clean the shit like a pan
Clap your bitch from the back, who the man
And you niggas really be, pussy just sayin
If I catch me an opp, make his ass tap dance

So I tell him, ready or not, here I come
You can't hide
Bullets gonna find you and take you slowly
Stop dissin' the gang, you know you can't hide

I'm gonna find you and take you slowly
Long live Shaun, man
Rest up, my big, bro
Put some respect on that name

We gon' fuck up your brain

Written by:
CJ Marshall

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