Текст песни "Saint"
Aarne, Russ Millions & G Herbo Lyrics
(feat. Imanbek)
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it
Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Ganja baby, I don't pop Molly, she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top boy headdress, chippy like Sully
Like, yo', why you gettin' involved, got five machines at the keg and slow
Got sense on tha beat in tha booth wit' bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it, try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
I'm apin' it, she can't take the dick, 'cause she raised a kid, I'm not faith wit' it
Everyone's got somethin' to say
I got nothin' to prove, chattin' online, you got nothin' to do, but I stand on that when I buck into you
She's okay wit' it, course I stay wit' it, try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it, try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Everyone's got somethin' to say
I got nothin' to prove, chattin' online, you got nothin' to do, but I stand on that when I buck into you
Ganja baby, I don't pop Molly, she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top boy headdress, chippy like Sully
Like, yo', why you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow
Got sense on tha beat in tha booth wit' bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe
Big G Herbo, they call me the GOAT, I'm all in the back of her throat
Glock 23 wit' the 30 I tote, I let it go if you want smoke
Murder she wrote, that's all we know, I'll blow it, the mo-o fo
I'm everybody killer, you friend or foe?
Don't talk to me, you ain't got a million or more, hell yeah, I make at least four
Bossed up on a yacht wit' a whole bunch of hoes, got all of 'em drivin' the boat
We trappin' again, we emptyin' loads, that money keep comin', let's print up some more
The root of the tree rotten, nobody grows, so, pop it, she rockin' out, everybody shows
What happened to lil' buddy, nobody knows
Everybody start uppin' poles off, straight out the trenches where nobody goes
All that fake shit gets exposed
Still locked in wit' all my bros, though
That's if you stick to the code, red beams on all the Glocks and Dracos
Aim it and knock off your nose
No new friends, don't make those
Lame niggas, I hate those
We don't trick on stank hoes
But I got all the bankrolls
From the 'raq like D Rose
In L.A. I stay, though
Life is not a game
So, fuck, I'ma play for
Ganja baby, I don't pop Molly, she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top boy headdress, chippy like Sully
Like, yo', why you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow
Got sense on tha beat in the booth wit' bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it
Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Ganja baby, I don't pop Molly, she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top boy headdress, chippy like Sully
Like, yo', why you gettin' involved, got five machines at the keg and slow
Got sense on tha beat in tha booth wit' bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it, try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
I'm apin' it, she can't take the dick, 'cause she raised a kid, I'm not faith wit' it
Everyone's got somethin' to say
I got nothin' to prove, chattin' online, you got nothin' to do, but I stand on that when I buck into you
She's okay wit' it, course I stay wit' it, try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Please don't play wit' it, course I stay wit' it, try have a block party, I'm tapin' it
Everyone's got somethin' to say
I got nothin' to prove, chattin' online, you got nothin' to do, but I stand on that when I buck into you
Ganja baby, I don't pop Molly, she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top boy headdress, chippy like Sully
Like, yo', why you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow
Got sense on tha beat in tha booth wit' bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe
Big G Herbo, they call me the GOAT, I'm all in the back of her throat
Glock 23 wit' the 30 I tote, I let it go if you want smoke
Murder she wrote, that's all we know, I'll blow it, the mo-o fo
I'm everybody killer, you friend or foe?
Don't talk to me, you ain't got a million or more, hell yeah, I make at least four
Bossed up on a yacht wit' a whole bunch of hoes, got all of 'em drivin' the boat
We trappin' again, we emptyin' loads, that money keep comin', let's print up some more
The root of the tree rotten, nobody grows, so, pop it, she rockin' out, everybody shows
What happened to lil' buddy, nobody knows
Everybody start uppin' poles off, straight out the trenches where nobody goes
All that fake shit gets exposed
Still locked in wit' all my bros, though
That's if you stick to the code, red beams on all the Glocks and Dracos
Aim it and knock off your nose
No new friends, don't make those
Lame niggas, I hate those
We don't trick on stank hoes
But I got all the bankrolls
From the 'raq like D Rose
In L.A. I stay, though
Life is not a game
So, fuck, I'ma play for
Ganja baby, I don't pop Molly, she love bad man and she want dat cocky
Left that bloody man, done it wit' Buni
Top boy headdress, chippy like Sully
Like, yo', why you gettin' involved? Got five machines at the keg and slow
Got sense on tha beat in the booth wit' bro, make her 6:30, make her touch her toe
