Mr. Saint ft. Lucky The Strange Boy Lyrics

I post with my side lil' bitch

You cannot ride with me lil' bitch

You'll never vibe with me lil' bitch

Just get on yo knees, and suck on my dick

556 to his head

Blow that shit

Run to the building, get the scope

Blow his brains out, then his bitch will be asking for more

Don't obey to yo shit

I ain't doing yo chores

Just wanna get rid of this pain already

So I pray to the lord, askin' for so many miracles

I can't stop no more, i'm fuckin' my bitch all night

She saying she sore

You can tell all my fans and the service i'm bored

Rap shit be doing too much

I need too many drugs, maintain for my life

To never be in pain

Just fucking numb the pain, tragedy's up in Willits lane

Jumping robbin' niggas in the hood

I ain't the one to blame

Don't be running in my streets, bitch I don't play

I might just blow your brains

Stop acting like a saint

Bitch we do not fucking play uh

You got blood on yo shirt

Let's make that

Lucky!

Bitch I'ma pull up and make a mess

Bitches so dumb swear I can't stand it, pussy so dumb feeling dyslexic

Talking about lucky, you need reflexes

Bitch I'ma savage I break my hands if I have to

Punching till' my bones break

Yeah that's my nature, walking with the green in the pockets can smell it

Walking with the blues, now they clean not dirty

Fuck that bitch life never had mercy, I was just a kid tryna stack up some money

This for the people that was laughing my hustling

But now that I'm winning whatcha think, is it still that funny?

Mr. Saint

Get yo ass up and go back to L.A

My nigga have faith, and get on yo knees and fuckin' pray

I'll see if I can give you forgiveness

Home run

Pitch that shit

Run on that bitch

We balling

Till' the niggas come up like a bitch

Shoot him in the cap

He ain't dip

Go for the head, yeah he dead