Lyrics Mr. Saint - Yung AK

I post with my side lil' bitch
You cannot ride with me lil' bitch
You'll never vibe with me lil' bitch
Just get on yo knees, and suck on my dick
556 to his head
Blow that shit
Run to the building, get the scope
Blow his brains out, then his bitch will be asking for more
Don't obey to yo shit
I ain't doing yo chores
Just wanna get rid of this pain already
So I pray to the lord, askin' for so many miracles
I can't stop no more, i'm fuckin' my bitch all night
She saying she sore
You can tell all my fans and the service i'm bored
Rap shit be doing too much
I need too many drugs, maintain for my life
To never be in pain
Just fucking numb the pain, tragedy's up in Willits lane
Jumping robbin' niggas in the hood
I ain't the one to blame
Don't be running in my streets, bitch I don't play
I might just blow your brains
Stop acting like a saint
Bitch we do not fucking play uh
You got blood on yo shirt
Let's make that
Lucky!
Bitch I'ma pull up and make a mess
Bitches so dumb swear I can't stand it, pussy so dumb feeling dyslexic
Talking about lucky, you need reflexes
Bitch I'ma savage I break my hands if I have to
Punching till' my bones break
Yeah that's my nature, walking with the green in the pockets can smell it
Walking with the blues, now they clean not dirty
Fuck that bitch life never had mercy, I was just a kid tryna stack up some money
This for the people that was laughing my hustling
But now that I'm winning whatcha think, is it still that funny?

Mr. Saint
Get yo ass up and go back to L.A
My nigga have faith, and get on yo knees and fuckin' pray
I'll see if I can give you forgiveness
Home run
Pitch that shit
Run on that bitch
We balling
Till' the niggas come up like a bitch
Shoot him in the cap
He ain't dip
Go for the head, yeah he dead