Saint Laurent

I'm grinding grinding grinding all fucking day
Yea yea
I can see the hate it's never in my way naw naw
Never give a hater that time of day never ever
Sticking to the guala know I'm on my way
Gang gang
Really no time for me to conversate
Naw naw
Got a ruger on me you can't confiscate
Yea yea
I'm the type of nigga can't intimidate
Naw naw
Just give me the ticket and I'm on my way
Yea yea
Bunch or rats and rodents know I'm out the way
Bye bye
Gang territory so it's nothing to say
Naw naw
Keep a fuck clip I just need a ray
Hell yea
I'm focused on the distance I can find my way
Yea yea
Finger on the lips nothing else to say
Drinking all this liquor I'm going to catch a case
If you know what I know ain't nobody safe
Naw naw
I do it on my own and I'm just making plays

Hit that Michael Jordan watch him fade away
Fade-away
Cut my ears off nothing else to say naw naw
Hit that Steve Nash about to make a play hell yea
If you Know what I Know it ain't nobody safe let's go

Know this shit be real ain't no time to play
Naw naw
Shit get to sparking with that pistol play pow pow
Left the dogs barking hit the right away gone
Got to treat it like the field going night and day yea yea
Trying to get a comma each and every way facts
Said I did a crime now it ain't a trace naw naw
It was time to pay them bills had to grind away yea yea
Hoes get too mannish when around the way facts



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Writer(s): Frederick Taylor
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