Saint ft. Dezpierre Lyrics

Get em gone out the way

Get the fuck out my lane

She want me back, can't get me back she cry in the rain

Knocking him off we at your brain we at your brain

Im in the jungle bitch I can't be tamed

Im finna bang this shit out with this strain

ARP really cause a max Payne

He just walked in like Husain

All these bitches way to plain

All these niggas way to lame

Switching up for the fame

All this outing that I spent

I ain't been the same since

Everybody act the same

She like Dez can I get a chance

Only friends use discretion man

All my friends got the presidents

At yo bitch house on her back

Smoking good gas not that Fent

Rocking dummy friends with some drank

All my niggas from the trenches

Tell that lil bitch I'm a saint

Tell that lil bih come over here

Tell that bitch we not the same

Tell that bitch I'm really rare

(AH)

Tell that bitch I'm really rare

I'm the one to beware

Venchy on my collar but it really don't feel well

Could of been gotta beware all these ghost yeah up here

I done been in fucking that bitch celibate in and out

I don't been to the vinchis I done been yeah to the low

I done been to the trenches I done been to the hole

You ain't come from no trenches boy you came straight from the burbs

Walk around with that gun yeah got a gun yeah got a gun

Shoot that mother fucker shoot that mother shoot that mother fucking gun

All it takes one shot for me to have it all

All it takes is one perc just for me to geek up

She said Zayy do you wanna, I said no no

She said do you wanna come over, nah nah

Baby gotta go away, cuz you getting in the way

Could of been in the way but I don't wanna see you in my lane

Get em gone out the way

Get the fuck out my lane

She want me back, can't get me back she cry in the rain

Knocking him off we at your brain we at your brain

Im in the jungle bitch I can't be tamed

Im finna bang this shit out with this strain

ARP really cause a max Payne

He just walked in like Husain

All these bitches way to plain

All these niggas way to lame

Switching up for the fame

All this outing that I spent

I ain't been the same since

Everybody act the same

She like Dez can I get a chance

Only friends use discretion man

All my friends got the presidents

At yo bitch house on her back

Smoking good gas not that Fent

Rocking dummy friends with some drank

All my niggas from the trenches