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