Nonawes - Safety lyrics

[Intro: Nonames] You already f**ing know, you already f**ing know! I own the whole sto in my motherf**ing dough [Verse 1: Nonames] I'm a man make a bam and rob inside of a trash can A boss, need a round of applause and I make that a** clap My flow toxic, obnoxious, you need a gas mask Kidnap her kids in school and tell them their dad's whack Enroll 'em in sports and hope that they pa** math I sell the organs for 24's and a rack cash Is that too far? Oops, well that's my bag, dad Cos I'm a terrorist f**ing goats with my granddad Yeah, I sell dope to the school kids Kiss your girl, but she move quick, and that'a a rude b**h I hate your dad, he didn't do sh** He let me smash on your mom's for a cool brick Yup, told me keep it on the d-low Hit it from the back, watch you pa** the Hot Cheetos Ass and some weed smoke, dance in my speedo Man, I'm so glad that I'm me, though Neato! [Chorus: Both] Walking down the street, don't care about my safety That's how I've been acting lately Walking down the street, don't care about my safety That's how I've been acting lately Walking down the street, don't care about my safety That's how I've been acting lately Walking down the street, don't care about my safety That's how I've been acting lately! [Verse 2: HASZ] Ay, yo who dat, who dat? The Young Zoo cat Came through with a hoodrat, she asking where the goods at I don't know. I just spit the flow, take the dough with some hoes, and spend the residuals I'm just kidding, though Chosen one forbidden flow Bout as cute as a kitten so, she on top of her cla** with that a** And now she dipping low She's so cla**y, yeah I let my nuts hang What's up, mayne! I put your b**h onto them dutch thangs Wait until they put my a** on the Forbes list Slap you with a fake pim pam, you can't afford this Raise the bar with a forklift, my girl too gorgeous Your flow like horse sh** Eat emcees like it's nothing, needa ration my portions Of course I'm west coasting Having cool, but I'ma need another life if god want to keep me hosting this sad a** party I look like I'm twelve, they always card me Yeah she cute, but she only like dark meat, though That's why I ain't f**ing with you b**hes from Marmion Militant mind, with an army flow Act like I'm running the game, your f**ing cardio And all you b**hes sounding the same, and couldn't harm me more So, where the dough? Go and get that Zoo brought to you by life, love, stress, and setbacks Word is Slug, girl, so f** your love And I go through these d** like I know that I'm the plug What's up?