Safari by THS Cal Lyrics
[Produced by TY Andrew]
[Verse]
In Detroit, you can't roll around the city wit' no pape
You won't ever make it out the D if you ain't getting paid
And to make it, you gon' have to know the real and know the fake
You won't live another day if you be fuckin' wit the jakes
If you don't want no petty beef, you better never throw no shade
I ain't beefing wit' no goofy, I been staying out the way
I be fuckin' wit' who solid and my circle full of apes
And my circle full of ballas, I ain't letting in no snakes
I been running up them bands
Boy you better watch yo' mans
Niggas claiming that they real, but they really be some hams
What the hell? I ain't fuckin' wit' no bitch that got a spam
I was chilling wit' yo' hoe and she had told me this her jam
I don't really give no damns, I be in this bitch trippin'
You see me hit my dance, I be in this bitch giggin'
I been chilling and I'm single, you won't ever see me simping
And I'm never in my feelings, niggas know that I be pimpin'
I'll have you in yo' feelings, so don't ever try to hoe me
And don't ever call me slime, lil' bro I ain't yo' homie
And I ain't a swiper, but I'll still finesse a nigga shorty
She had hit me on the gram and told me you don't get her horny
And she told me that she want me 'cause she know a nigga goated
And I love that ass, guarantee I'll catch it if she throw it
Boy, you pearlin' lil' shit, I had to teach you how to roll it
You be bitchin' and you know it, you a pussy and you show it
Don't let a nigga fuck if you ain't tryna eat the nut
And if she wipe her ass good, guarantee I'll eat the butt
I want a loyal bad bitch, I ain't fucking on a slut
If she got the super soakers, I'ma eat it from the front
I ain't fumbling no bag, I'ma throw my bro a pass
You ain't eating wit' me nigga, it's a bounty on yo' ass
That's some money to be made, I don't play about no cash
Had to get my lawn cut, too many snakes up in that grass
I remember I was down, lamest nigga in the town
Just because you see me up don't mean it's time to come around
If it ain't about a milli, I don't wanna hear a sound
They was laughing at me then, but they ain't fuckin' wit' me now
If you ain't know that I'm that nigga, I can tell you what it is
I'm a real ass nigga, give a fuck about a bitch
And I ain't ever going broke 'cause I been stackin' up my chicken
I ain't worried 'bout a thang 'cause a young nigga getting rich
That's the only thing I know about, the money, 'cause I get it
I had bought a shirt from Teejayx6, and they ain't ship it
I know a nigga that think he be thuggin', but he ain't wit' it
But I ain't come here to diss anybody, nigga I'm chilling
I'm tryna get me a backend
Smack it and blow her back in
I ain't working no job, I'm rapping to get a rack in
He don't know what a rack is
Working ain't no relaxing, I'm tapped in
THS & OG vibes back in
I was shitting on these niggas way befo' this rap shit
All I ever wanted was some money and a bad bitch
I was just a lucky nigga when I made a bag flip
Feeling like I'm Meg 'cause I stay up on my cash shit
I ain't ever stressing over bills, man I'm too turnt
Don't be out here chasing after hoes, put the blues first
I need me a head nurse, show her how the wood work
You a lame, weird ass bitch, so you would lurk
Even if I lose a couple hunnids, I'ma still eat
I'm just tryna kick it wit' Sharyna, she a chill freak
You be poppin' mollies in the morning, you a pill freak
How you got a .45 cali and you sill weak?
I don't fuck wit' niggas, they be snaking, that shit unforgiving
I be spitting game, so you niggas better pay attention
If you fuckin' wit' the wrong crowd, you'll be going missing
Living in Detroit, these niggas hip to how we fuckin' living, bitch
Ain't shit sweet nigga
[Verse]
In Detroit, you can't roll around the city wit' no pape
You won't ever make it out the D if you ain't getting paid
And to make it, you gon' have to know the real and know the fake
You won't live another day if you be fuckin' wit the jakes
If you don't want no petty beef, you better never throw no shade
I ain't beefing wit' no goofy, I been staying out the way
I be fuckin' wit' who solid and my circle full of apes
And my circle full of ballas, I ain't letting in no snakes
I been running up them bands
Boy you better watch yo' mans
Niggas claiming that they real, but they really be some hams
What the hell? I ain't fuckin' wit' no bitch that got a spam
I was chilling wit' yo' hoe and she had told me this her jam
I don't really give no damns, I be in this bitch trippin'
You see me hit my dance, I be in this bitch giggin'
I been chilling and I'm single, you won't ever see me simping
And I'm never in my feelings, niggas know that I be pimpin'
I'll have you in yo' feelings, so don't ever try to hoe me
And don't ever call me slime, lil' bro I ain't yo' homie
And I ain't a swiper, but I'll still finesse a nigga shorty
She had hit me on the gram and told me you don't get her horny
And she told me that she want me 'cause she know a nigga goated
And I love that ass, guarantee I'll catch it if she throw it
Boy, you pearlin' lil' shit, I had to teach you how to roll it
You be bitchin' and you know it, you a pussy and you show it
Don't let a nigga fuck if you ain't tryna eat the nut
And if she wipe her ass good, guarantee I'll eat the butt
I want a loyal bad bitch, I ain't fucking on a slut
If she got the super soakers, I'ma eat it from the front
I ain't fumbling no bag, I'ma throw my bro a pass
You ain't eating wit' me nigga, it's a bounty on yo' ass
That's some money to be made, I don't play about no cash
Had to get my lawn cut, too many snakes up in that grass
I remember I was down, lamest nigga in the town
Just because you see me up don't mean it's time to come around
If it ain't about a milli, I don't wanna hear a sound
They was laughing at me then, but they ain't fuckin' wit' me now
If you ain't know that I'm that nigga, I can tell you what it is
I'm a real ass nigga, give a fuck about a bitch
And I ain't ever going broke 'cause I been stackin' up my chicken
I ain't worried 'bout a thang 'cause a young nigga getting rich
That's the only thing I know about, the money, 'cause I get it
I had bought a shirt from Teejayx6, and they ain't ship it
I know a nigga that think he be thuggin', but he ain't wit' it
But I ain't come here to diss anybody, nigga I'm chilling
I'm tryna get me a backend
Smack it and blow her back in
I ain't working no job, I'm rapping to get a rack in
He don't know what a rack is
Working ain't no relaxing, I'm tapped in
THS & OG vibes back in
I was shitting on these niggas way befo' this rap shit
All I ever wanted was some money and a bad bitch
I was just a lucky nigga when I made a bag flip
Feeling like I'm Meg 'cause I stay up on my cash shit
I ain't ever stressing over bills, man I'm too turnt
Don't be out here chasing after hoes, put the blues first
I need me a head nurse, show her how the wood work
You a lame, weird ass bitch, so you would lurk
Even if I lose a couple hunnids, I'ma still eat
I'm just tryna kick it wit' Sharyna, she a chill freak
You be poppin' mollies in the morning, you a pill freak
How you got a .45 cali and you sill weak?
I don't fuck wit' niggas, they be snaking, that shit unforgiving
I be spitting game, so you niggas better pay attention
If you fuckin' wit' the wrong crowd, you'll be going missing
Living in Detroit, these niggas hip to how we fuckin' living, bitch
Ain't shit sweet nigga