SAINTS Lyrics

I been having visions of some blood and cashin checks

Give a fuck about the critics I still think I'm up next

I'm sippin on the best and you know I'll spit this shit till death

Fucka with a few bands and a piece under the mattress

We ain't breakin any bread don't want nothin to do with you

Im doin what I do and I know you do what you gotta do

Wanna rep five nine with everything I got till I'm gone

Stop worryin about a bitch bruh go and get your hustle on

Gold dust in my pocket (yuh)

.45 and I cock it (back)

40 stacks in that profit (yeet)

Elton shades you know rocket (man)

All Saints cocaine off them gold plates

Passin lines and sinners fates death dates don't hit my phone with complaints

Ain't got time for your bull-shit(glock)

Fucked around and I pulled it (bang)

Bleedin out in that shawty (mang)

Snakes in grass so I mowed it (skerp)

Bitches know that I'm onnit

I jus want an old rolly

Glittery tones always answerin phones

This a game of the thrones got a bag of them bones

59 killa wanna BE somebody

Young gaz wit that YXTI boy we focused on the money

Sold sum soul to the devil visions of a Maserati

Fuck yo party bitch I'm only on that lean n sippin molly

59 killa wanna BE somebody

Young gaz wit that YXTI boy we focused on the money

Sold my soul to the devil visions of a Maserati

Fuck yo party bitch I'm only on that lean n sippin molly