SaintDraco Video (MV)

We done came up in five months, hell nah y'all niggas can't do what we did
We on the road, we f*cking these hoes, Me and DztheYoungKid
And when I'm out I'm talking my shit, you know I'm gon pop my shit
I'm tryna ice out my wrist, with a bad bitch and she gliss up her lips
I think about my life, (Yeah) I think bout my past
Yeah we smash on the gas, I'm grabbing that ass
Grams give me the beat Ima smash, we in the front you f*ck niggas in the back
She like Kyrie on the D she attack, they f*cked up my trust I got stabbed in the back
Aint got no reason to lie I don't cap, we gon f*ck up them scenes we gon f*ck up them racks
All these niggas talking this shit I know they capping, lil nigga I'll make it happen
I come to vibes and I spit fire like a dragon, saint be fly just like Aladdin
I told these niggas shit deeper than rapping, if they say I can't do it I put it in action
I make a song you and gon make a caption, my momma she reflecting on me
Got these bitches on me, got these VVs on me, got the drip its on me
She gon f*ck on my team, she like when I sing
I said I'm a king, I got too many rips in my jeans
My bitch rock Alexander McQueen, yeah my music it come with that heat
I don't care what these niggas talking bout ima get my shit by any means
For my love that girl is a fiend, they be stealing my sauce like a drink
And I told you my flow is elite, I drop this shit they keep it on repeat
I got big drip it came from overseas, they gon doubt me again I'm gonna make them believe
We done came up in five months, hell nah y'all niggas can't do what we did
We on the road, we f*cking these hoes, Me and DztheYoungKid
And when I'm out I'm talking my shit, you know I'm gon pop my shit
I'm tryna ice out my wrist, with a bad bitch and she gliss up her lips
I think about my life, (yeah) I think bout my past
Yeah we smash on the gas, I'm grabbing that ass
Grams give me the beat Ima smash, we in the front you f*ck niggas in the back
She like Kyrie on the D she attack, they f*cked up my trust I got stabbed in the back
Aint got no reason to lie I don't cap, we gon f*ck up them scenes we gon f*ck up them racks
We gon f*ck up them racks, then make it right back
In love with the money, attached
Louis V duffle from Saks, securing the cash you type on the keyboard all caps
Don't lie in my raps, I'm speaking the facts
Stars in the ceiling, outside its matte black
Tryna put BSO all on the map, I drip like a sink and my diamonds they wink
You niggas just peons you can't join the team, BSO TSF gon win a ring
Yeah I switch it, after we f*ck you can't kick it
You niggas broke need to fix it, diamonds like soap wash the dishes
Got the court-side Rockets tickets, Grams cooked the beat in a kitchen
Thats how we living, you ain't see the vision
Cartier Lenses, bad bitch in a sprinter
Just like Brittany Renner, 176 we the winners
Eating nobu for my dinner, wood grain in the foreign it gave me a splinter
We been dripping you niggas is just some beginners, off white trench coat when its cold in the winter
You niggas be lying you just some pretenders
You just some pretenders, you niggas pretending
We done came up in five months, hell nah y'all niggas can't do what we did
We on the road, we f*cking these hoes, Me and DztheYoungKid
And when I'm out I'm talking my shit, you know I'm gon pop my shit
I'm tryna ice out my wrist, with a bad bitch and she gliss up her lips
I think about my life, (Yeah) I think bout my past
Yeah we smash on the gas, I'm grabbing that ass
Grams give me the beat Ima smash, we in the front you f*ck niggas in the back
She like Kyrie on the D she attack, they f*cked up my trust I got stabbed in the back
Aint got no reason to lie I don't cap, we gon f*ck up them scenes we gon f*ck up them racks