F*ck Is a shooter Im riding solo I don't need no f*cking entourage
Taking a Glock, right off the dresser
With a damn lamb in the f*cking garage what is she wearing feel like the professor
Puttin' his gang in a f*cking collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige
I'm in this bitch, feelin' too lit
Off of a Perk, poppin' a X Off of the wake up, feelin' too rich
Count me a million and hitting my ex call me a cheater, she say that she hate me
Do all that cryin', I'm greenin' the text I'm really him', the f*ck is a job
That's why I got these tats all on my neck
The Lambo is movin', it's goin' 180 The hoes know I'm lit, so they all want my baby
She beggin' and cryin', man, JaZ is you crazy
Prayin' to God, baby, he cannot save me movin' that weight like I'm stuck in the 80s
Shooting that shh, And they beggin' for safety, f*ck is a shooter
Im riding solo I don't need no f*ckin' entourage
Takin' a Glock, right off the dresser
With a damn lamb in the f*ckin' garage what is she wearing feel like the professor
Puttin' his gang in a f*ckin' collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige
SAFETY Video (MV)
Performed By: Jaziah
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: Branden Mcnair, Devonta Caldwell, Jason Jackson, Laron Robinson Jr.
Jaziah - SAFETY Lyrics
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F*ck Is a shooter Im riding solo I don't need no f*cking entourage
Taking a Glock, right off the dresser
With a damn lamb in the f*cking garage what is she wearing feel like the professor
Puttin' his gang in a f*cking collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige
I'm in this bitch, feelin' too lit
Off of a Perk, poppin' a X Off of the wake up, feelin' too rich
Count me a million and hitting my ex call me a cheater, she say that she hate me
Do all that cryin', I'm greenin' the text I'm really him', the f*ck is a job
That's why I got these tats all on my neck
The Lambo is movin', it's goin' 180 The hoes know I'm lit, so they all want my baby
She beggin' and cryin', man, JaZ is you crazy
Prayin' to God, baby, he cannot save me movin' that weight like I'm stuck in the 80s
Shooting that shh, And they beggin' for safety, f*ck is a shooter
Im riding solo I don't need no f*ckin' entourage
Takin' a Glock, right off the dresser
With a damn lamb in the f*ckin' garage what is she wearing feel like the professor
Puttin' his gang in a f*ckin' collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige
Taking a Glock, right off the dresser
With a damn lamb in the f*cking garage what is she wearing feel like the professor
Puttin' his gang in a f*cking collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige
I'm in this bitch, feelin' too lit
Off of a Perk, poppin' a X Off of the wake up, feelin' too rich
Count me a million and hitting my ex call me a cheater, she say that she hate me
Do all that cryin', I'm greenin' the text I'm really him', the f*ck is a job
That's why I got these tats all on my neck
The Lambo is movin', it's goin' 180 The hoes know I'm lit, so they all want my baby
She beggin' and cryin', man, JaZ is you crazy
Prayin' to God, baby, he cannot save me movin' that weight like I'm stuck in the 80s
Shooting that shh, And they beggin' for safety, f*ck is a shooter
Im riding solo I don't need no f*ckin' entourage
Takin' a Glock, right off the dresser
With a damn lamb in the f*ckin' garage what is she wearing feel like the professor
Puttin' his gang in a f*ckin' collage think he a shooter, man, that boy a bitch
Chop get to singin' like Mary J. Blige
Writer: Branden Mcnair, Devonta Caldwell, Jason Jackson, Laron Robinson Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O DistroKid, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave