SAINT
And they cap, cap, cap, cap
(Wooooooo)
Yeahhhh
Uh huh uh huh
Gutta Gutta Gutta
Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta
(I don't know, I'm a saint fr)
(Ayo, pipe up HoodRich)
I thought I could I save ya (wait)
This shit ain't no fake shit
Out here fighting demons
While an angel tried to save ya
Standin up on bidness
Ten toes down, my legs stiff
Over my dead body
Will I ever fuck with y'all niggas
Saturday nights at Shojo
Pullin up wit like ten hoes
Think the drank is touchin me
Cuz this room movin real slow
Lu Lu, grab the Tessie,(wait)
Where the fuck is my bestie?
Tai, I'm bouta dip
You know I'll see yo ass like next week
How much money I'm makin?
Shoots on shoots, can't take it
Once I graduate
I'm out West like Kanye's third shit
G-O-D, my witness (amen)
No, you can not hit this
Niggas tryna ride the wave
But I think they should jump ship
You sound way too miserable
And your shit ain't sustainable
Chrome heart cross around my neck
Cuz the Devil tryna test me
Who y'all think y'all fuckin wit?
Gutta Gold, my government
All this shit, I manifested
Blessings after getting tested
Call me Saint, no Franklin
Call me Saint, no Franklin
Call me Saint, no Franklin
But you know I'm bout them Benjamins
Call me Saint, no Franklin
Call me Saint, no (uh uh)
Call me Saint, no Franklin
But you know I'm bout them Benjamins
How many times I told y'all
I dont want his ass around?
And how many times I told y'all
That they chattin out they mouth?
Got a bad bitch from Somali
Told me Gutta, they all clowns
Got my Naija hoes and darkskin Zoes
And they really holdin me down
These angels tatted on my ass
Cuz they got my back forreal
Got niggas in my dm
But I know they'll kiss and tell (mwah)
That love shit ain't enough
Need to know that this shit really real
You plotting against me?
Shit won't work
I'll send you straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta
Uh, uh huh, uh huh
G-U, double T, A, you know she do not play
(Wooooooo)
Yeahhhh
Uh huh uh huh
Gutta Gutta Gutta
Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta
(I don't know, I'm a saint fr)
(Ayo, pipe up HoodRich)
I thought I could I save ya (wait)
This shit ain't no fake shit
Out here fighting demons
While an angel tried to save ya
Standin up on bidness
Ten toes down, my legs stiff
Over my dead body
Will I ever fuck with y'all niggas
Saturday nights at Shojo
Pullin up wit like ten hoes
Think the drank is touchin me
Cuz this room movin real slow
Lu Lu, grab the Tessie,(wait)
Where the fuck is my bestie?
Tai, I'm bouta dip
You know I'll see yo ass like next week
How much money I'm makin?
Shoots on shoots, can't take it
Once I graduate
I'm out West like Kanye's third shit
G-O-D, my witness (amen)
No, you can not hit this
Niggas tryna ride the wave
But I think they should jump ship
You sound way too miserable
And your shit ain't sustainable
Chrome heart cross around my neck
Cuz the Devil tryna test me
Who y'all think y'all fuckin wit?
Gutta Gold, my government
All this shit, I manifested
Blessings after getting tested
Call me Saint, no Franklin
Call me Saint, no Franklin
Call me Saint, no Franklin
But you know I'm bout them Benjamins
Call me Saint, no Franklin
Call me Saint, no (uh uh)
Call me Saint, no Franklin
But you know I'm bout them Benjamins
How many times I told y'all
I dont want his ass around?
And how many times I told y'all
That they chattin out they mouth?
Got a bad bitch from Somali
Told me Gutta, they all clowns
Got my Naija hoes and darkskin Zoes
And they really holdin me down
These angels tatted on my ass
Cuz they got my back forreal
Got niggas in my dm
But I know they'll kiss and tell (mwah)
That love shit ain't enough
Need to know that this shit really real
You plotting against me?
Shit won't work
I'll send you straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Straight to hell
Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta Gutta
Uh, uh huh, uh huh
G-U, double T, A, you know she do not play
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