Aarne, Russ Millions, G Herbo feat. Imanbek - Saint

Aarne, Russ Millions, G Herbo feat. Imanbek - Saint

Please don't play with it, course, I stay with it
Please don't play with it, course, I stay with it
Try to have a block party, ayy, I'm tapin' it
Damn, Aarne goin' crazy on these motherfuck—

[Chorus: Russ Millions]
Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (Yes)
She loves badman and she want that cocky (Aha)
Left that bloody man done, it was funny
Top boy head gets chippy like sully (Bullet)
Like yo, why are you getting involved? Got five in my streets
At that pagans no God (Shatta)
Subs on that beat and I beef with both
Make sex with me, God touch her throat (Bullet, bullet)

[Verse 1: Russ Millions]
Please don't play with it, course, I stay with it (Ooh-ooh)
Try have a block party, ayy, I'm tapin' it (Ooh-ooh)
I'm apin' it, she can't take the dick (Ooh)
'Cause she rates the kid, I'm not fake with it (Aha)
Everyone's got something to say (Aha, mhm)
I've got nothing to prove (Pussy)
Chatting on, and you got nothing to do (Pussy)
But I stand on that, when I back onto you (Shatta)

Please don't play with it, course, I stay with it
Try have a block party, ayy, I'm tapin' it
Please don't play with it, course, I stay with it
Try have a block party, ayy, I'm tapin' it
Everyone's got something to say
I've got nothing to prove
Chatting on and you got nothing to do
But I stand on that, when I back onto you

[Chorus: Russ Millions]
Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (Yes)
She loves badman and she want that cocky (Aha)
Left that bloody man done, it was funny
Top boy head gets chippy like sully (Bullet)
Like yo, why are you getting involved? Got five in my streets
At that pagans no God (Shatta)
Subs on that beat and I beef with both
Make sex with me, God touch her throat (Bullet, bullet; few)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
(Aha, ayy) Big G Herbo, they call me the GOAT, I'm all in the back of her throat (Yeah)
Glock 23 with a .30 I told
I'll let it go if you want smoke (Grrah)
Murder she wrote, that's all we know, I'll blow her to mo' or folk
I'm everybody killer, you free and a folk
Don't talk to me, you ain't got a million or mo'
Yeah, yeah, I make at least four (Like four)
Bounced up on the yacht with a whole bunch of hoes
Got all of them driving the boat (Ayy)
We trapping again, we emptying loads
That money keep coming, let's print up some more
The rule of the tree, right, nobody grows
I'm popping shit, rocking out, everybody shows
What happened to lil' buddy, nobody knows (Nobody knows)
Everybody start up and pose
I'm straight out the trenches where nobody goes (Where nobody goes)
All the fake shit get exposed
I'm still locked in with all my bros though (All my bros)
That's 'cause we stick to the code
Red beans on all the Glocks and Dracos
Aiming to knock off your nose
[Bridge: G Herbo]
No new friends, don't make those
Lame niggas, I hate those
We don't trick on steak hoes
But I got all the bankrolls
From the rack like D. Rose
In L.A. I stay though
Life is not a game
So fuck, I'm a playful (Sorry, bro)

[Chorus: Russ Millions]
Ganja baby, I don't pop molly (Yes)
She loves badman and she want that cocky (Aha)
Left that bloody man done, it was funny
Top boy head gets chippy like sully (Bullet)
Like yo, why are you getting involved? Got five in my streets
At that pagans no God (Shatta)
Subs on that beat and I beef with both
Make sex with me, God touch her throat (Bullet, bullet)