Huh, huh, yeah
On, alright, ona yea
That's on Saint
Huh, we right here, we right here
Ayy, gettin' money fun, ain't no one-on-ones
Have you ever been jumped out by seven pair of ones
I don't need no friends, pussy, I just need the funds
I was beatin' niggas ass, then I fell in love with guns
We was hoodies up, all black, lookin' like some nuns
We was out front, out back, forest can't run
We was ridin' in a Stoli, so we had to get it done
We was ridin' with some stupid shit, we had to f*ck him up
We gon' hit you in your tummy, pussy, got a tummy tuck
We gon' kill you anyway, so you ain't gotta give it up
Pussy, I ain't got no kids, so yeah, I'm finna live it up
Brody sippin' on a lean, he got it in a sippy cup
Lil' bro caught a f*ckin' body, high five, give me some
Bitch, I'm walkin' with a fully-toned kid, sandy some
Told a nigga to a phantom, bet he feel like Danny, huh
Check his toys like I'm Sid, yeah, he feel like Andy, huh
I miss nurse bae, the most gave a nigga granny love
Pussy nigga lame, be the type like, where my hug
Brody don't sip liquor, only red, only mud
If it's bout some paper, you know I'm gon' tear him up
Gettin' money's fun, ain't no one-on-ones
Have you ever been jumped out by seven pair of ones
I don't need no friends, pussy, I just need the funds
I was beatin' niggas' ass, then I fell in love with guns
We was hoodies up, all black, lookin' like some nuns
We was out front, out back, rest, can't run
We was ridin' in a Stoli, so we had to get it done
We was ridin' with some stupid shit, we had to f*ck him up
Huh? Huh? So we had to f*ck him up, huh
F*ck! Huh, S-A-I-N, motherf*ckin' T, bitch