[Intro]
(saint in this mf)

[Verse 1]
They fucked up lettin' me get this far, I made it out the gutter, bitch
I was out there servin' that hard
I told him keep playin' with me, Imma smoke him like a cigar
Smoke him like some runtz, it got me up on mars
Smoke a boy like a cigar
Servin' that ?? the bar
I'm gettin' high off the bar
Straight out the A made it far
Straight out the A made it far
You know I can't do ??
Came in and raised the bar
Came in and raised the bar
Butterfly doors in the whip
Butterfly doors in this shit
Butterfly doors in the whip
Butterfly doors in this shit
Butterfly doors in the whip
Buttеrfly tatted my bitch
Butterfly doors in the whip
Buttеrfly tatted my bitch
Won't pass the ball Imma ball hard
Check in the game, Imma ball hard
And I'm out of trenches, I came out with stars
Foreign the car and foreign the broad
Up in the hills I ain't got no signal
Me and my bro used to be at no signal
Know I'm bout' ??? you can check my credentials
I was in school with the lead, ain't talkin' pencils
We hopped the fence to run from 12
We ain't worried about them though, we pay the bail
Racks in the bag to pay the bail
We goin' up, no we won't fail
Ain't no snitch, I'm sure, don't tell
I won't stop, I'm gon' provail
Go drop the, shit, go drop the top bitch
Double cup, styrofoam
Pourin' up wok, bitch
Rollin' up gas, straight out the hills, bitch, we up in the hills
Rollin' up gas, straight out the hills, bitch, we up in the hills
We boutta go hit up Rodeo, servin' that white, shit like mayo
Servin' them packs, just like the mail
You know that I'm bout' it, if you can't tell
Gotta fly lil bitch like Tinker Bell
Rockin' designer, ??
Westwood earings, Givenchy pants
Did this shit by myself, real independent
Runnin' that ?? like a candidate
Fuck her then go, no we can't date
The money come in on a new date
You dyin' today, it's yo due date
Bringin' that base, bring in that 808
Way too geeked, I'm feelin' the 808
Do it again, we can find a better way
Way too high, I'm up on a ???
Everday we get up, we gon' roll up blunts
Everyday we get up, roll us up some blunts
Wake and bake shit, wake and bake them runtz
Wake and bake bitch, wake and bake them runtz
Hit up the banks, we breaking the bank, we breaking the vault
Yea, hit up the bank, we breaking the bank, we breaking the vault
Yea, we breaking the vault, yea yea, we breaking the vault
We breaking the vault bitch, yea, we breaking the vault
Alleve my chain, shoutout Matthew Williams bitch
Masked up like Bane, I feel ?? count them millions
Real boss shit like I'm Tony Montana
Real mob shit like I'm real deal Soprano
Real bad bitch and she a Soprano
Straight out the street, straight out of Atlanta, bitch, straight out of Atlanta
Now I'm in a ghost, I'm in a mother fuckin' Phantom
Now I'm in a ghost like Danny Phantom, bitch