Saint Snz

What the fuck they gon' do with me

Feel like I beat Death twice

Just a fly cat with nine lives

Just my pretty bitch with fine wine

We came alive in the night time

Draped down in black own

A pair of Jordan eight's, I did the black chrome

You movin' like a raccoon

No backbone, stomach shot

Throwin' up blood, I think the Mack home

They say you spendin' all your bread

Now the cash gone

Listen, we don't judge, I got a stash at home

Hafa shit, macaroni Tony never did the phony

Back against the wall, I gotta get him off

He scratched that. Told bro, let's do the coupe

Black, black. It's hard for them to breathe

No asthma attack. Get to it, I'm callin' it back

Flag on the play

Too much ice in the cut, they thinkin' razor blade

Glass of Henny neat to take the pain away

Mobb shit, chopped it up with Shady Ray

Rollie on my wrist, she want dick

Ask her day and date, I feel like I could levitate

The way I'm flowin' on these beats, imagine heaven gates

Minus the pearls, it's gold chain

Come on, let's celebrate

Toast to the good life

Man, I came from section eight

I seen them shoutin' from these bars

Where's the collection plate

We gotta delegate

Turn lemons to lemonade

From the dirt, I see the herb

They got the sour face

Countin' thousands

Five, six, seven, eight

Fiends say he like the way the Fetty taste

Easy oven, ready baked

So shorty walk it

Let me see how much this Chevy make

You gotta be out of your fuckin' mind

I turn pennies into dimes

Frozen cold, I saw him from the knobs to the spine

That's backstabbers

How you wanna dap after

On these tracks, I clock rappers

C.I.P. Cooked In Peace

Bitch actin' Meryl Streep

I start out with a seven piece

Turn that into 70

Dope good but the fetty weak

Fligga!