Part 1

Yeah, Saint
Yeah, Saint
Saint, Saint

I step on they neck in Margiela
They think I'm a villain I kill 'em
I beat on my chest a gorilla
Little nigga been stacking these figures
They think that they pulling my triggers
176 my niggas
And you know im a big dripper
They cannot match my rhythm
Damn, they tryna ride my wave
I had to make them behave
I had that boy make a way
I had to get me some paper
Now I understand why they hate us
She always say that I'm a player
Girl I'll see you later
Im finna go ball like a Laker

Look at my feet its palm angels
Me and my niggas we run to that money
But it still did not change us
BSO we went to the top
Yeah, we out of y'all ranges
A lot of bitches coming around
But it still did not phase us
Dream team y'all can't play us
Im on my own drip
Yeah she all on my whole dick
She keep asking to hold it
I be moving slow motion
I got the sauce, I got the potion
Im on her body like lotion
Dive in her deep, just like the ocean
She swear my smell is so potent
With these words, I swear I'm a poet
Fucking on yo bitch you ain't even know
Damn this shit is off the brain I never wrote it
She always begging never stop just keep it going
I step on they neck in Margiela
They think I'm a villain I kill 'em
I beat on my chest a gorilla
Little nigga been stacking these figures
They think that they pulling my triggers
176 my niggas
And you know im a big dripper
They cannot match my rhythm
Damn, they tryna ride my wave
I had to make them behave
I had that boy make a way
I had to get me some paper
Now I understand why they hate us
She always say that I'm a player
Girl I'll see you later
Im finna go ball like a Laker