Saks

(Intro)
Yeah
You feel me
Racks
Racks I just need a lot
Saks
Walkin out safe with my guap
Facts (hah)
Facts
Yeah

(Verse 1)
N**** say that he want smoke
But he don’t want my drop
My young n***** doin dirt, why y’all n***** be..
My young n***** doin dirt my young n***** beat up the block
My young n**** paranoid, my young n****..
My young n**** paranoid he be bouta hold his Glock (hah)
Feds on the fuckin block so I put the dope in my sock
Foolin for my fuckin auntie she been starting to rock
Feinin for the fuckin perc addys yeah I miss em a lot
Can’t stop fuckin opp hoes yeah them hoes my drug
I ain’t even servin shit though I can’t go out the car
In the club sippin Casamigos I don’t fuck wit Ciroc
When you down bad with nothin in your pocket yeah you really serve the pot
I was with young n***** strikin
We’rе no problem yeah I really thought I had a shot
I had to drop out school gracеfully
Yeah them n***** really churned the pot
I never had a (?) we had a serial killer staying at the top
I’m in the trenches tryna get my money right
But my head always fuck me over
I keep gambling with my life
Tryna find myself I thought I had some fuckin love
And that young n**** tried to run up on me imma pop his ass just like a bug
I was at the fuckin show family and the pills got me fucked up
Feelin like a fuckin star heavy yeah we ridin round the fuckin truck
Yeah bitch selibate for a lil bit I don’t wanna fuck
Kicking bitches out my life (?) like a punt
Walk up in the fuckin club throw some fuckin money
Yeah I like to stunt