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No Safety Video (MV)




Performed By: Funds
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Tremayne Rollins-Carter




Funds - No Safety Lyrics
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(AP, AP, AP)
F*ck it, don't even send me the addy
I got the drop, folks was just waiting on you to go make the shit cali
(Make the shit hot hot hot)
Bird of the pot, ball from the trap all these bitches be calling me Larry
(Twirl, twirl, twirl)
007, I gotta keep me a desi it make me look savvy (Fa Fa Fa Fa)
Punish em
Dun em up
Tell that nigga he ain't one of us
F*ck em up
Come wit us
Either way the .40 coming up (Fa Fa Fa fa)
I got a Glock for a reason 'cause none of the opps ain't gon fight in no one-on-one
I roll a opp and it's beating, boy when we catch em, that nigga he better run (Bow)
Better run
Rule number one gotta keep a gun
I like a drake with a beam but rolling around with the .40 is hella fun (Glah Glah Glah)
.380 it's all in his jeans, I told that nigga go and get him a better one
Up all night serving the fiends, trust me boy I woulda seen if you niggas spun
Bos Trilla go get em
Two poles don't split em
Ace go Blick em
Wait don't him
Up his chain then Lyft em
Ion go beef on the net with these niggas, they know that my body be different
One in the head
Ten in the (Tsk)
Nigga we holding extensions
Send that lil Folk on a mission
Don't put it in park
We on the block
We ain't got time for the missing
Spin around put the new clip in (Bow)
Don't make it hot
We in the spot
Folks we done caught us a victim
We off the scene now we dipping (Skrr)
And we ain't leaving no witness
F*ck it, don't even send me the addy
I got the drop, folks was just waiting on you to go make the shit cali
(Make the shit hot hot hot)
Bird of the pot, ball from the trap all these bitches be calling me Larry
(Twirl, twirl, twirl)
007, I gotta keep me a desi it make me look savvy (Fa Fa Fa Fa)
Punish em
Dun em up
Tell that nigga he ain't one of us
F*ck em up
Come wit us
Either way the .40 coming up (Fa Fa Fa fa)
I got a Glock for a reason 'cause none of the opps ain't gon fight in no one-on-one
I roll a opp and it's beating, boy when we catch em, that nigga he better run (Bow)
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(AP, AP, AP)
F*ck it, don't even send me the addy
I got the drop, folks was just waiting on you to go make the shit cali
(Make the shit hot hot hot)
Bird of the pot, ball from the trap all these bitches be calling me Larry
(Twirl, twirl, twirl)
007, I gotta keep me a desi it make me look savvy (Fa Fa Fa Fa)
Punish em
Dun em up
Tell that nigga he ain't one of us
F*ck em up
Come wit us
Either way the .40 coming up (Fa Fa Fa fa)
I got a Glock for a reason 'cause none of the opps ain't gon fight in no one-on-one
I roll a opp and it's beating, boy when we catch em, that nigga he better run (Bow)
Better run
Rule number one gotta keep a gun
I like a drake with a beam but rolling around with the .40 is hella fun (Glah Glah Glah)
.380 it's all in his jeans, I told that nigga go and get him a better one
Up all night serving the fiends, trust me boy I woulda seen if you niggas spun
Bos Trilla go get em
Two poles don't split em
Ace go Blick em
Wait don't him
Up his chain then Lyft em
Ion go beef on the net with these niggas, they know that my body be different
One in the head
Ten in the (Tsk)
Nigga we holding extensions
Send that lil Folk on a mission
Don't put it in park
We on the block
We ain't got time for the missing
Spin around put the new clip in (Bow)
Don't make it hot
We in the spot
Folks we done caught us a victim
We off the scene now we dipping (Skrr)
And we ain't leaving no witness
F*ck it, don't even send me the addy
I got the drop, folks was just waiting on you to go make the shit cali
(Make the shit hot hot hot)
Bird of the pot, ball from the trap all these bitches be calling me Larry
(Twirl, twirl, twirl)
007, I gotta keep me a desi it make me look savvy (Fa Fa Fa Fa)
Punish em
Dun em up
Tell that nigga he ain't one of us
F*ck em up
Come wit us
Either way the .40 coming up (Fa Fa Fa fa)
I got a Glock for a reason 'cause none of the opps ain't gon fight in no one-on-one
I roll a opp and it's beating, boy when we catch em, that nigga he better run (Bow)
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Writer: Tremayne Rollins-Carter
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