"SARAN" lyrics
Let's go, in the trap with the work, put a brick in saran
Put my wrist in the pot, whippin' fish out the pan
Take a sip of the codeine, your bitch couldn't stand
And my fit all designer, but don't say the brand
And your bitch at the crib, she be thumbin' up bands
Y'all be ridin' the bus and be walkin' on land
Pop out a whip that cost three hundred grand
Purple Beamer with the leather seats
And I be road runnin', I need more molly
Tesla yellow and the weed is loud
But I swear the engine really so quiet
Plus I put it into autopilot
I be noddin' off, so I don't have to drive it
When a nigga said he want to hit a lick
And if a nigga with, I let a nigga try it
AK-47 not the Ruger
Nigga talkin' and he miss his future
40 somethin', man, this bitch a cougar
Always winnin', I am not the loser
Let's go, she talk to me, said that she need a bigger butt
I said she already thicker and bigger but
If she gon' work for them strips for a bigger butt
I'll buy a bitch a butt
But I swear I ain't buyin' no bitch a bag
Gon' walk for them strips with your Birkin ass
Fuckin' twerk for them strips on her OnlyFans
Let's go, why is this ho mad?
She just dumb in the head, but she so bad
I be ridin' with choppas and four mags
I walk out of the mall, I had four bags
I ain't check no tags
We servin' Slim Shady
I just stack M&Ms, y'all be still hatin'
You can talk with your friends, but I still made it
Fiends linin' up out the trap and they still waitin'
Don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch 'cause I'm too poppin'
Spent twenty thousand on kicks, I was shoe shoppin'
I be posted, I'm loadin' them sticks so you not robbin'
If I never got rich, ain't have shit, I'd have two choppas, mm
Let's go, in the trap with the work, put a brick in saran
Put my wrist in the pot, whippin' fish out the pan
Take a sip of the codeine, your bitch couldn't stand
And my fit all designer, but don't say the brand
And your bitch at the crib, she be thumbin' up bands
Y'all be ridin' the bus and be walkin' on land
Pop out a whip that cost three hundred grand
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Mm, nigga
I'm servin' that dope to the fiends and the junkies
Percocet, Fentanyl got 'em all comfy
Stay with a choppa, you not finna jump me
Put my wrist in the pot, whippin' fish out the pan
Take a sip of the codeine, your bitch couldn't stand
And my fit all designer, but don't say the brand
And your bitch at the crib, she be thumbin' up bands
Y'all be ridin' the bus and be walkin' on land
Pop out a whip that cost three hundred grand
Purple Beamer with the leather seats
And I be road runnin', I need more molly
Tesla yellow and the weed is loud
But I swear the engine really so quiet
Plus I put it into autopilot
I be noddin' off, so I don't have to drive it
When a nigga said he want to hit a lick
And if a nigga with, I let a nigga try it
AK-47 not the Ruger
Nigga talkin' and he miss his future
40 somethin', man, this bitch a cougar
Always winnin', I am not the loser
Let's go, she talk to me, said that she need a bigger butt
I said she already thicker and bigger but
If she gon' work for them strips for a bigger butt
I'll buy a bitch a butt
But I swear I ain't buyin' no bitch a bag
Gon' walk for them strips with your Birkin ass
Fuckin' twerk for them strips on her OnlyFans
Let's go, why is this ho mad?
She just dumb in the head, but she so bad
I be ridin' with choppas and four mags
I walk out of the mall, I had four bags
I ain't check no tags
We servin' Slim Shady
I just stack M&Ms, y'all be still hatin'
You can talk with your friends, but I still made it
Fiends linin' up out the trap and they still waitin'
Don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch 'cause I'm too poppin'
Spent twenty thousand on kicks, I was shoe shoppin'
I be posted, I'm loadin' them sticks so you not robbin'
If I never got rich, ain't have shit, I'd have two choppas, mm
Let's go, in the trap with the work, put a brick in saran
Put my wrist in the pot, whippin' fish out the pan
Take a sip of the codeine, your bitch couldn't stand
And my fit all designer, but don't say the brand
And your bitch at the crib, she be thumbin' up bands
Y'all be ridin' the bus and be walkin' on land
Pop out a whip that cost three hundred grand
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Mm, nigga
I'm servin' that dope to the fiends and the junkies
Percocet, Fentanyl got 'em all comfy
Stay with a choppa, you not finna jump me
