Gun Off Safety

[Intro: Billionaire Black]
I'm in safe mode (Copo)
They don't want no gunsmoke

[Chorus: Boss Krizzy, Boss Krizzy & Billionaire Black]
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
Ain't no lookin' for me, they don't want no gunsmoke (Krizzy)
My team ridin', they gon' let them guns blow (OTG shit)
Go to war, it's gonna be a gun show
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
Ain't no lookin' for me, they don't want no gunsmoke
My team ridin', they gon' let them guns blow
Go to war, it's gonna be a gun show

[Verse 1: Boss Krizzy]
[?] on the cash route, smokin' loud 'til I pass out (Pass out)
Turnt up and I'm swagged out, my team the hottest hands-down (Hands-down)
Bad bitches, put your hands up if you know how to put it down (Uh-huh)
Kreed Da Don, OTG? Yeah, I be with that money crowd
My broski gone up off a molly, try me, he gon' catch a body (Baow)
New laser on the four-nickеl, guaranteed to hit the target
Stay up outta my way 'cause I'm out hеre chasin' that bag (That bag)
You boys ain't makin' no noise, run up on 'em, boom-boom in my black ski mask (Boom, boom, boom)
Right back to my hustle (Hustle), I'm right back to my grind (You know)
Too many hoes be callin' (Huh?), but I ain't got the time (At all)
Sippin' lean, gettin' faded but it's money on my mind (My mind)
Gun off safety, man, it's like this all the time

[Chorus: Boss Krizzy, Boss Krizzy & Billionaire Black, and Billionaire Black]
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
Ain't no lookin' for me, they don't want no gunsmoke
My team ridin', they gon' let them guns blow
Go to war, it's gonna be a gun show
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
Ain't no lookin' for me, they don't want no gunsmoke
My team ridin', they gon' let them guns blow
Go to war, it's gonna be a gun show (Billionaire, Billionaire, Ballout)

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
All about them Benjamins, I need them pesos
My lil' dirty, rob you for your bankroll
Plus, it's money over bitches, we don't chase hoes
Try me if you want, it's gon' be a man down (Man down)
Got a hundred-round MAC, I might spray him down (Man down)
Shit, grab the AK and just 'K him down (Chop him down)
Red tape, now you hear the ambulance sound
Whoop, whoop, whoop, 'cause fuck nigga don't want no beef (At all)
Plus, it's team No Lackin', I got thirty shots up in that heat (Boom-boom)
He tried to ride past, I put his brains right up on his seat (Man down)
Rollin' off a pill, off the shits, so you know I'm geeked (Hey)

[Chorus: Boss Krizzy, Boss Krizzy & Billionaire Black]
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
Ain't no lookin' for me, they don't want no gunsmoke
My team ridin', they gon' let them guns blow
Go to war, it's gonna be a gun show
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
Ain't no lookin' for me, they don't want no gunsmoke
My team ridin', they gon' let them guns blow
Go to war, it's gonna be a gun show