Saturday Freestyle Lyrics

I just been focused on myself, think I ain't talk since Saturday

That shit gon' only motivate me, so I'm low-key glad they hate

I just told bro, let's get a buck like we D Book and Andre Ayton

I can't be sittin' up, just stuck, can't lie, I'm sick and tired of waitin

I got sick and tired of watchin'

In the mirror, told myself, "we gon' get rich, no other option".

I got money, now I'm comfortable, but promise ain't shit stoppin

Happy birthday, I just gave my hoe a ten and took her shoppin

Bro, don't short me, you know I'ma need my cheese with all the toppings

I be locked in with the money like we had grew up together

Told that hoe to take your shoes off in my spot like Cinderella

All these niggas hatin' on me, can't name one, I'm not ahead of

We the winnin' team, no skinny blunts, its backwoods for my rello

I mean back was for my rillo

I be high as fuck, I damn near spilled the ashes on my pillow

We just fuckin' sent her home wit seven racks and told her "ditto"

Bulletproof the lach', we ride round in a shell like armadillos

low key niggas out to get me,

Couple times that they had shot at me, but not once did they hit me

Bad hoe like Dolce & Gabbana me, so I spent seven-fifty

Damn near fucked up the economy and got my finger sticky

In the city, posted up with many men like I was fifty

Many men like I was Polo

Ion need a army, they know I be steppin' by my dolo

They had caught me lackin' that one time, but that won't happen no more

Brand new truck, the inside YSL, the steering wheel came rojo

That bitch turned around and left me when I'm down, that shit a low blow

Got too high last night, they askin' where I been, but I don't know though

Out in public, your hoe starin' at me, she must want a photo

Yeah, you fuck wit' rookies, but no, this ain't that, cause I'm a pro though

Matter of fact, bitch, I'm a legend

They be takin' shit they got from me, but won't give me the credit

My white boy name Stoney, but he shoot that bitch like J.J. Redick

Zaza in the air it got me movin' slow like I'm a edit

She text paragraphs, I don't respond, but she know that I read it

Oh, I'm rude, I don't regret it

She like, someday you gon' meet your match and somehow I ain't met it

Triple S, Balenciaga's, they hear me when I be steppin

Way too busy when I'm in the zone, lil' baby, I ain't textin