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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
Roger McNair
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Marlon King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyga
Producer
Pliznaya
Producer
Samantha Henry
Producer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
NSMW
Is that It?
N-N-Not Safe
Mmm, motherfucker, mmm
Mmm, mmm, motherfucker, mmm
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I start my day like a nympho tenfold (Yeah)
Tin Man gettin' brain like Scarecrow (What?)
I treat the bitch like a motherfucker rental (Yeah)
Baby go below the belt like a low blow (What?)
Both show, both shows post one photo (What?)
Half a mil', fifty minutes, mmm, what's the total?
Per minute, mmm, I do not know though
I just rap like a gift, play Santa Ho-Ho (That's not fashion)
You look like a hobo
[Verse 2]
Glock on the waist in case a **** go loco
Don't try me for size, I go extra large
Too raw, my star on my bank card (Bitch)
Hey, her pussy good, need security guard (Bitch)
I can see the whole LA from my backyard (Bitch)
When they see my new chain, they say, 'That's hard'
Forgiato on the rim, bitch, I'm spoiled, mmm
[Chorus]
Mash on the gas, make the body go, mmm
Face on ten, got my lens on, mmm
Takin' no L's, but we like that, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm (Make a way)
Back in high school, you was the man, mmm
You sent a DM, you a fan, mmm
Hoppin' out that way, she get bans, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't quit, I don't miss, I just fuckin' dismiss
I get lit, I get lit, yeah
Gulag, that bitch got you stuck in abyss, yeah
Send me my money, seal with the kiss
[Verse 3]
I need a slave, still a street Brit
She need a wave, you blend in right in (Yeah)
Ten out of ten, I'm on the back nine
I hit birdie, part five, then it's nap time (Ah)
**** wanna do the crime and can't pay the fine (Nope)
**** wanna go to war but don't got the funds (Pow)
It's all fun and games till you reach the last stage
Then we send your ass back to the front of the arcade
[Verse 4]
****, whoa, no time to lack these days
Watch your back these days, catch you under these days
Make a way (Make a way), gotta look both, both ways
They could find you on Waze like I did when the gays
**** froze
[Chorus]
Mash on the gas, make the body go, "Mmm"
Face on ten, got my lens on, mmm
Takin' no L's, but we like that, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm (****, what?)
Back in high school, you was the man, mmm
You sent a DM, you a fan, mmm
Poppin' all that way, she get bans, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't quit, I don't miss, I just fuckin' dismiss
I get lit, I get lit, yeah (Mmm)
I don't quit, I don't miss, I just fuckin' dismiss
I get lit, I get lit, yeah, mmm
[Outro]
All my real live ****, throw your hands up
All my real live ****, throw your hands up
All my real live bitches, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up (****, mmm)
All my real live ****, throw your hands up
All my real live ****, throw your hands up (Mmm, mmm)
All my real live bitches, throw your hands up (****, mmm, mmm, mmm)
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up (Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm)
Written by: Marlon King, Michael Ray Stevenson, Roger McNair, Trevor Smith