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Safehouse

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Safehouse was released on February 10, 2023 by BigXthaPlug under exclusive license to UnitedMasters LLC as a part of the album Amar

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BigXthaPlug

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Xavier Landum

Songwriter

Baker Yung

Songwriter

Ivan Ariel Tagle

Ivan Ariel Tagle

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Baker Yung

Producer

Ben Mari

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

(Baker Yung)

(Yo, Ben)

Turn me up a little bit more

Ayy

Yeah

Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]

See, we posted with pistols and rockets

Ain't makin' deposits, we puttin' that shit all into boxes

Done got a lil' buzz, now I'm poppin'

Got racks in my pockets, a bitch **** reach, then I'm poppin'

It's you or it's me, that's the option

You got that lil' pistol, ain't popped it, ain't got you no bodies

See, really you **** nobodies, got rank in the city

I make me one call and you bodied

See, we flash and crash as a hobby

Been goin' too fast with this shit, somethin' like Ricky Bobby

I'm strapped like it's part of my body

Stiff at the shoulders, I'm somethin' like Frazier or Ali

You fake, yeah, you **** a copy

I bet if I give her this pill that she jumped out her body

It's wet, but I bet it get sloppy

'Cause I got a stroke give her hope and I bet he can't copy

Was cold on that field, was a jockey

But I had been jumped in that field before cleats and a high knee

These **** too pussy to try me

Bumpin' they gums on the 'net like they don't know where I be

600 the block, do you copy?

I really had fiends at the hotel gettin' lit in the lobby

These labels, they tryin' to sign me

But I want an M for my son, ain't no tellin' what I need

See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C, ayy

Ayy

Hold on, Darlo

Ayy, get it right

I'm finna punch in

I'm finna double back

Ayy

Ayy

Ayy

Ayy

[Verse 2]

See, I'm bangin' Crip like a Hi-C

I'm cold with them sticks and that ice, but ain't never play hockey

That hustlin' shit in my body

But if I ain't flippin' that pack, then I'm robbin' the party

They steppin' on shit, hardly

Jumped in the game off the top rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy

Finna ice out my chain, went to Johnny

Really too wavy for ****, I'm screamin' out, "Gnarly"

Taliban not a gang, we an army

And yeah, we been havin' some motion, just waitin' to spark it

Smellin' like gas up in Target

Caught an opp lackin', he pussy, I don't fuck with the talkin'

See, we droppin' bodies, chalkin'

These **** ain't really steppin', they really just walkin'

These **** the feds, they be talkin'

I got some killers on deck that's gon' scoot for the profit

Written by: Baker Yung, Ivan Ariel Tagle, Xavier Landum

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