Saks freestyle

I walk up in saks, and they like,"Nice to meet ya"
Been fresh as hell I walked out the cleaners
I be toting glocks like Gilbert Arenas
Rolls Royce curtain they can't even see us
Shawty be givin' top for like 3 bucks
Verified, Spotify, counting' up bucks
I'm swinging on niggas just like I had nunchucks
He said I was broke?
That nigga a dumb fuck
I'm in the Beamer just counting the big bucks
Whippin' the big body GLE- Benz truck
Don't make me up it this shit could get real rough
Got dirty sprite fill it up with 2 cups
Step in Balenci's, I'll make a bad bitch blush
Sippin' on tris I can't even get up
You don't even bang, stop throwin' that set up
Glock with a beam, I can't even miss ya
In a Bugatti that shit look like Truffade
Nut on her teeth and it's lookin' like toothpaste
I'm balling on niggas feel like I'm in 2K
Make hella money I get it in 2 ways
30 bands, ran up in 2 days
Got my hand, wit' a glock and a 30
She let me hit like only on the third date
She hella bad but she is kinda two faced

Let me get back in this bitch!
How can I lack with a glock on my hip?
Dippin' on niggas like tortilla chips
You not one of them, stop throwin' up Crip
You not one of them, stop throwin' up Blood
You one of them niggas that ask for hug
Just stay in yo lane, just like you should
'Cus you is a lame and everybody know that
7.62 knock off a nigga six pack
You got no chance you can't get yo' bitch back
She want me 'cus I got the big racks
But just in case y'all think you can play me
I'm quick to pull it, I'm feeling like KD
Hall of Fame menace, 99 rating
I popped him in his back 'cus he was acting shady



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