Saint (2024)

Текст песни Aarne and Russ Millions, G Herbo, Imanbek - Saint (2024)

Please don't play wit' it, - course I stay wit' it
Please don't play wit' it, - course I stay wit' it
Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
(Damn, Aarne goin' crazy on this motherfuck-)

Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (yes)
She love badman, and she wan take cocky (uh-huh)
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top Boy, head gets chippy like Sully (bullet)
Like, yo, why're you gettin' involved?
Got five machines, let the paigons know (Shattai)
Got Sebz on the beat, in the booth wit' bro
Make her 6:30, make her touch her toe (bullet, bullet)

Please don't play wit' it, - course I stay wit' it (ooh-ooh)
Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it (ooh-ooh)
I'm apin' it, she can't take the dick (ooh)
Course she rates the kid, I'm not faith wit' it (uh-huh)
Everyone's got somethin' to say (uh-huh, mhm), I got nuttin' to prove (pussy)
Chattin' online, you got nuttin' to do (pussy), better stand on that when I buck into you (Shattai)

Please don't play wit' it, - course I stay wit' it
Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Please don't play wit' it, - course I stay wit' it
Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Everyone's got somethin' to say, I got nuttin' to prove
Chattin' online, you got nuttin' to do, better stand on that when I buck into you

Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (yes)
She love badman, and she wan take cocky (uh-huh)
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top Boy, head gets chippy like Sully (bullet)
Like, yo, why're you gettin' involved?
Got five machines, let the paigons know (Shattai)
Got Sebz on the beat, in the booth wit' bro
Make her 6:30, make her touch her toe (bullet, bullet)

Uh-huh (ay)
Big G Herbo, they call me the GOAT, I'm all in the back of her throat (yeah)
Glock 23 wit' a .30, 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 Every Body 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 wit' a whole bunch of hoes, got all of 'em drivin' the boat (ay)
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 wit' 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 wan take cocky (uh-huh)
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top Boy, head gets chippy like Sully (bullet)
Like, yo, why're you gettin' involved?
Got five machines, let the paigons know (Shattai)
Got Sebz on the beat, in the booth wit' bro
Make her 6:30, make her touch her toe (bullet, bullet)

Swerve, big G Herbo
Yeah
Gotta fuck around, slide to the UK after this one, bro
Uh