Saint Lyrics

Um

Yeah

Yeah

Weighing bags on top the countertop while I be counting racks

uhh yeah

aye

Weighing bags on top the countertop while I be counting racks

Been a boss been turning up so hell nah I ain't going back

Know that I'm a gangsta only fucking if that ass is fat

Know I put in work I'm working harder than a gym rat

I talk to god I ain't a saint

Going hard up in the paint

Tryna paint the perfect picture with my left hand but I can't

I know some niggas turned to snakes

I don't who turning fake

But I know the space crew got me taking off we moving weight

I get the cash I move it fast If I see twelve and then I hit the dash

Know some niggas trippin if they move then we gone grab the mag

In the mall we poppin tags

Expensive draws I show my ass

I keep a bag ain't gotta flash

And What you cop I'm smoking that

I seen some things inside the streets

But I gotta keep it hush

I Got some hittas in the back they in the field I sent a rush

I'm smoking fifties out the wood man hell nah I can't roll no dutch

I'm like a doctor come around here anybody can get touched

I talk to god I ain't a saint

Going hard up in the paint

Tryna paint the perfect picture with my left hand but I can't

I know some niggas turned to snakes

I don't who turning fake

But I know the space crew got me taking off we moving weight

I talk to god I ain't a saint

Going hard up in the paint

Tryna paint the perfect picture with my left hand but I can't

I know some niggas turned to snakes

I don't who turning fake

But I know the space crew got me taking off we moving weight