Saint Nick
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Counting the racks, I been countin the thous'
I go through eighths, so I gotta buy pounds
Yeah, yeah
I'm with Saint Nick, yeah, we smoking an ounce
We cooking up, yeah, we burning it down
We smoke large amounts
You can just know I pull up
It's just how I smell
I got this gas rolled up
Yeah I'm high as hell
You see I'm sippin on purple, yeah, that shit match my nails
You see I'm going with speed, yeah, y'all are moving like snails
And I'm on all types of shit
I take the top off the Coupe, and I go riding and shit
Shawty be changing her mood, she changing her vibe and shit
Yeah, I changed up, couldn't tell that
She said I'm like the one
Girl are you gon ride for me
She said you're not like them
Take my hand, take my hand, let's go
I want you close, I want you close
Please don't mind all that shit
It's a lot I can't control, are you down to take a risk
I'm with Saint Nick, yeah, we smoking an ounce
We cooking up, yeah, we burning it down
We smoke large amounts
You can just know I pull up
It's just how I smell
I got this gas rolled up
Yeah I'm high as hell
You see I'm sippin on purple, yeah, that shit match my nails
You see I'm going with speed, yeah, y'all are moving like snails
And I'm on all types of shit
I take the top off the Coupe, and I go riding and shit
Shawty be changing her mood, she changing her vibe and shit
Counting the racks, I been countin the thous'
I go through eighths, so I gotta buy pounds
Yeah, yeah
I'm with Saint Nick, yeah, we smoking an ounce
We cooking up, yeah, we burning it down
We smoke large amounts
You can just know I pull up
It's just how I smell
I got this gas rolled up
Yeah I'm high as hell
You see I'm sippin on purple, yeah, that shit match my nails
You see I'm going with speed, yeah, y'all are moving like snails
And I'm on all types of shit
I take the top off the Coupe, and I go riding and shit
Shawty be changing her mood, she changing her vibe and shit
Yeah, I changed up, couldn't tell that
She said I'm like the one
Girl are you gon ride for me
She said you're not like them
Take my hand, take my hand, let's go
I want you close, I want you close
Please don't mind all that shit
It's a lot I can't control, are you down to take a risk
I'm with Saint Nick, yeah, we smoking an ounce
We cooking up, yeah, we burning it down
We smoke large amounts
You can just know I pull up
It's just how I smell
I got this gas rolled up
Yeah I'm high as hell
You see I'm sippin on purple, yeah, that shit match my nails
You see I'm going with speed, yeah, y'all are moving like snails
And I'm on all types of shit
I take the top off the Coupe, and I go riding and shit
Shawty be changing her mood, she changing her vibe and shit
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