Saints Lyrics

They like Remy, where the fuck you at?

It's time you eat another track

That's a fact

Don't worry I'm back

I chipped another off the batch

I was the nigga that showed these niggas how to rap

I like to talk on the facts

Bro put a red dot beam on his mother fucking gat

He put that shit on his hat

Remy delivering nigga like I got the pack

I just don't miss wit the braa

Soon as I walk up lil nigga it's that

Don't need an audience to let it clap

And I don't even know how to waste time

Bro put that scope on the side of waist line

Headshot, skype, face time

She open her throat and I think it's her fav time

Bitch imma sinna I don't gotta play sides

I got a name and you better not say mine

Breezy wit me and he ain't on the baseline

My nigga hitting the three

I know he open he splitting the de

Fence

He like he hoping he give it to me

This shit slow motion I did it wit ease

Off the top of the noggin they begging me please

This shit sick like it caught the disease

Lift this blick it might empty a spleen or go straight through your liver and lay in a teen

Thought I told you before not to play with the team

Not to say that you mean

Not to lay with a treesh bitch and think that it's sweet

Cause when she get the addy she give it

To me

Plays off that apple like adam and eve

You know what they say, niggas wanna get even

I gotta build this shit up like I'm steve

They not in my universe I feel like steven

I leave a opp in the top in the trees

Had to go hunting, I think it's the season

I don't think of a reason

I just think of everything bleeding

Nigga the beat gon' be getting the beating

Run up and get beat out ya motherfucking sneakers

Wilding

Off the drank

I start seeing bri and don't know what to think

Bro in my eyes, then he gone in a blink

This shit deeper than music we almost extinct

Sinners, saints

Trying make a decision but a nigga can't

Boogie, in the paint

Hit my lick and I didn't even leave a stain