No Safety On Rav
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[Verse 1]
R-A-V
Uh hello, I'm Rav skin yellow
Drinking red bull but my swag still mellow
A rappin' fellow reading words off a napkin
Written in cursive while cursin' a random
Preforming a backflip
Back on that dumb shit
R-av, smartass, bars so scrumptious
Repeating my name til' you all fuckin' know it
Who's Rav? Rapper, musician, a poet
Fuck that I'm a dangerous, anus fuckin' player cuz
Everybody out in this game till' they afraid of us
Talking like there's two of me, bitch there's a thousand
Talk too much shit I'll throw my dick in your mouth then
I'm eager, to throw a fuckin' cleaver, a Justin Bieber
Buttfuck Hannah Montana with a banana peeler
With this blood on my shirt yo I find me comfort
Yeah I'm 20 years old but my mind is younger
[Chorus]
Run you mothafuckers better run, you better run, you better run
Cause you, your friends, you don't want none, you don't want none
Punks like you die where I come from, where I come from, where I come from
My tongue's the trigger, my mind's the gun, no safety on, I'm having fun
R-A-V
Uh hello, I'm Rav skin yellow
Drinking red bull but my swag still mellow
A rappin' fellow reading words off a napkin
Written in cursive while cursin' a random
Preforming a backflip
Back on that dumb shit
R-av, smartass, bars so scrumptious
Repeating my name til' you all fuckin' know it
Who's Rav? Rapper, musician, a poet
Fuck that I'm a dangerous, anus fuckin' player cuz
Everybody out in this game till' they afraid of us
Talking like there's two of me, bitch there's a thousand
Talk too much shit I'll throw my dick in your mouth then
I'm eager, to throw a fuckin' cleaver, a Justin Bieber
Buttfuck Hannah Montana with a banana peeler
With this blood on my shirt yo I find me comfort
Yeah I'm 20 years old but my mind is younger
[Chorus]
Run you mothafuckers better run, you better run, you better run
Cause you, your friends, you don't want none, you don't want none
Punks like you die where I come from, where I come from, where I come from
My tongue's the trigger, my mind's the gun, no safety on, I'm having fun
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