Saint

Please don't play with it, 'cause I stay with it
Please don't play with it, 'cause I stay with it
Tryin' to have a block party, I'm tappin' it
(Damn, Aarne goin' crazy on these motherfuck—)

Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (Yes)
She love badman, and she want that cocky (Uh-huh)
Left that bloody man, done it with buni
Top boy head rest be like sully (Bullet)
Like, yo, where you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow (Shatta)
Got sense on that beat in that booth with bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe (Bullet, bullet)

Please don't play with it, 'cause I stay with it (Ooh-ooh)
Tryin' to have a block party, I'm tappin' it (Ooh-ooh)
I'm apin' it, she can't take the dick (Ooh)
'Cause she raised a kid, I'm not faith with it (Uh-huh)
Everyone's got somethin' to say (Uh-huh, mhm)
I got nothin' to prove (Pussy)
Chattin' online, you got nothin' to do (Pussy)
But I stand on that when I buck into you (Shatta)

Please don't play with it, 'cause I stay with it
Tryin' to have a block party, I'm tappin' it
Please don't play with it, 'cause I stay with it
Tryin' to have a block party, I'm tappin' it
Everyone's got somethin' to say
I got nothin' to prove
Chattin' online, you got nothin' to do
But I stand on that when I buck into you

Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (Yes)
She love badman, and she want that cocky (Uh-huh)
Left that bloody man, done it with buni
Top boy head rest be like sully (Bullet)
Like, yo, where you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow (Shatta)
Got sense on that beat in that booth with bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe (Bullet, bullet; phew)

Uh-huh (Ayy)
Big G Herbo, they call me the GOAT, I'm all in the back of her throat (Yeah)
Glock 23 with a thirty I tote, I'll let it go if you want smoke (Grrah)
Murder she wrote, that's all we know, I'll blow it at a moe or a folk (I'll blow it at a moe or a folk)
I'm everybody killer, you friend or foe? (EBK)
Don't talk to me, you ain't got a million or more, hell yeah, I make at least four (Like four)
Bossed up on a yacht with a whole bunch of hoes, got all of 'em drivin' the boat (Ayy)
We trappin' again, we emptyin' loads, that money keep comin', let's print up some more (Print up some more)
The root of the tree rotten, nobody grows, so pop it, she rockin' out, everybody shows
What happened to lil' buddy, nobody knows (Nobody knows)
Everybody start uppin' poles off, I'm straight out the trenches where nobody goes (Where nobody goes)
All that fake shit gets exposed
I'm still locked in with all my bros, though (All my bros)
That's 'cause we stick to the code
Red beams on all the Glocks and Dracos
Aim it and knock off your nose

No new friends, don't make those
Lame niggas, I hate those
We don't trick on stank hoes
But I got all the bankrolls
From the 'Raq like D. Rose
In L.A. I stay, though
Life is not a game
So fuck I'ma play for? (Swervo)

Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (Yes)
She love badman, and she want that cocky (Uh-huh)
Left that bloody man, done it with buni
Top boy head rest be like sully (Bullet)
Like, yo, where you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow (Shatta)
Got sense on that beat in that booth with bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe (Bullet, bullet)