Santito, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Yeah

Fuck it I'm here

I ain't been rapping in over a year

I ain't been trapping because what we did to 'em

I'm getting money it's getting habitual

I got my

My bruddas keep sticks with 'em

This shit getting heavy

I got the moves like I'm Mike

I got the glove like I'm Mike

I got the pen like I'm Mike

I hit you like

Hit you like Mike

Damn I just think it's too easy

I got what she want, what she needs

This shit on my mind

Just 'cause it's not outta sight

Keeping it clean

I said I was keeping it G

That's still what I mean

I'm him when it's night

I must be learning to read

This shit get more blurry and blurry

But I'll be aight

Him everyday

I'm just counting these dolla's

A side of this bread

While I'm eating my pasta

Heard what you said

Can we please keep it honest

I got this shit

Now I'm runnin' like Gunna

I'm with the shit

Now I'm runnin' like Gunna

And you know my boy

He a fuckin' piranha

I'm with the team

But I run on my ones

I don't wan' talk to you nun

I said what I said and I meant it

I can't keep it silenced

There ain't no more silence

Oh Lord

And I'll put some ice on a pendant

I run it like Gibbs yeah

Bitch I'm a Lion oh no

They wanted a hit

So I sent this

I ain't playin' shit

Don't try it, don't try it no more

I heard what you said

And I cannot respect it

I know I should leave it

I really can't help it

I keep all the cash

Bundled up in a blanket

The way they be talkin

I can't understand it

This life not forever

Don't take it for granted

Your girl she been sayin

You really a

I'm on my shit

Now I'm better than ever

No Gucci

No Louis

Santo on the sweater

I got in the booth

Now I'm changing the weather

Wake up

Can't remember

I think that I'm severed

Hold on

Fuck it I'm here

I ain't been rapping

In over a year

I'mma get diamonds

To hang from my ears

I got this shit

Now I put in gear

I made some choices

Now momma in tears

Top two I'mma make it

I'm already near it

I sent this to gang

And they told me they feelin' it

Thirty to life

Just the way I been killin' it

The way I been killin' it

Him everyday

I'm just counting these dolla's

Fuck it I'm here

A side of this bread

While I'm eating my pasta

Heard what you said

Can we please keep it honest

I got this shit

Now I'm runnin' like Gunna

Hold on