Saint in this muhfucka

(chorus)
I showed my gang what I did, hell yeah they all going schizo
I was down bad, had to get some
Now we eating steak and did some
Baby girl I'm having racks in ?
If I wanna cop it I don't play nun
Dressing kinda gothic but it's not a topic
Got my shoes I'm rocking yes I payed for 'em
And these sticks in the air like ?
It's okay 'cause we shoot at 'em folks
Bitch is so bad and ?
Ask my bitch but keep it on that low
'Cause she know these n***as do be hoes
Always talking never keep it closed
Dripped my bitch and none of it was clothes
Getting rich and this is what I chose

(verse 1)
Free all the gang freeze the gang on me I am thе coldest
N***as on ?
Ex' out the Glocks and 'em sticks yеah we tote 'em
I got some Glocks in this bitch yeah she hold 'em
Dropping my nuts on yo bitch yeah she hold 'em
Put my bros on yo bitch and she rolled 'em
Trust a ho I can't do it, can't fold up
My bro ? he just pour up
You in love with a thot, I could throw up
In this shit like a gang I just go up
She gon' ? had to grow up and go up
Everyone around me pour 4's in they soda
Bitch I am the one and the only like Yoda
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If you don't know me then bitch I don't know ya
(chorus)
I showed my gang what I did, hell yeah they all going schizo
I was down bad, had to get some
Now we eating steak and did some
Baby girl I'm having racks in ?
If I wanna cop it I don't play nun
Dressing kinda gothic but it's not a topic
Got my shoes I'm rocking yeah I payed for 'em
And these sticks in the air like ?
It's okay 'cause we shoot at 'em folks
Bitch is so bad and ?
Ask my bitch but keep it on that low
'Cause she know these n***as do be hoes
Always talking never keep it closed
Dripped my bitch and none of it was clothes
Getting rich and this is what I chose

(verse 2)
Racks, racks, racks, racks, racks fall on my pants lil bitch
I'm fuckin' this bad lil bitch
She calling me dad lil bitch
I brought her from rags thru riches
I ain't even bag this bitch I ain't spend a tag on a bitch
But I dropped a bag on my stick
Spinning back with my fucking clique
Hit him in his back he walking wit' a limb
Bitch we spinning back and hit that boy again
Acting like a oppa tryna be my friend
Bullets in his face fill him up with lead
Empty out the case he can't feel his legs
We can't leave the case til' he fuckin' dead
Fuck another case talking to a fed
We done painted the neighborhood red
(chorus)
I showed my gang what I did, hell yeah they all going schizo
I was down bad, had to get some
Now we eating steak and did some
Baby girl I'm having racks in ?
If I wanna cop it I don't play nun
Dressing kinda gothic but it's not a topic
Got my shoes I'm rocking yeah I payed for 'em
And these sticks in the air like ?
It's okay 'cause we shoot at em folks
Bitch is so bad and ?
Ask my bitch but keep it on that low
'Cause she know these n***as do be hoes
Always talking never keep it closed
Dripped my bitch and none of it was clothes
Getting rich and this is what I chose