Saks Lyrics

Talk your shit Velley

Man I'm tryna tell y'all niggas that i'm really that

Can't no nigga slide get rid of mines we go tit for tat

Three nine two turn the traction off might fuck around and crash

You a bad bitch but I'm a player ain't no trips to Saks

You a bad bitch but ain't no shopping sprees with me

Sneaks spiky then a bitch might fuck around and make you bleed

Can't be riding by myself brody clutching arp

Your bitch said I smell good she want to fuck just off the creed

Yea your bitch want to fuck me just because I smell good

You can't afford a smoke sesh this a three hundred dollar wood

Muscle dad these niggas cap about what they do I wish they would

Speakers banging in that srt riding through my hood

How the fuck i'm iced up but got on a goose coat

Naw I'm playing I ain't iced yet but I do got a goose though

Fire nation in the booth lite it like i'm Zuko

Bro got the fire in his hands so what I got to shoot for

Niggas say its smoke alright it's time to air it out

Unk been doing this shit for years he got bricks up in his couch

Claim y'all hate snitches but y'all giving cheese to the mouse

Y'all must hate money cause by the looks of y'all pockets it's a drought

This bitch jumping let me do my little dance

Bitch bad I'm probably going to ask do she got a friend

For me later but right now I just need her for my mans

Shoot the blick out zip whip and you know he playing my music

The way she looking at us both I can't lie I think she choosing

She knew I was a dog I don't know why she felt like snooping

He went 0 for fifty when y'all slid this y'all shooter?

How is he y'all shooter but he missing all the shots

I see all the hoes looking the very second I arrive

Pour a deuce into a sprite bro it's finna be a vibe

Little nigga in the charts but I'm a soon have my spot

Velle too hard