Trip 2 Saks lyrics

[Verse]
Yuh, yuh
A hunnid on me, I'm rockin' Moncler
I'm walkin' with bad b*tches and they stare
I just been ballin' like Rudy Gobert
He talkin' 'bout me but I do not care
If we run the game then I don't play fair
Hop in the coupe, hop in the McLaren, yuh, aye
Hatin' on me, why you mad?
I got a Glock with a mag
Run up on me then it's bad
I could never go out sad
Yuh, I hop in the Lexus then go get my bands
b*tch, why you mad? I'm not even your mans
I'm not your mans
So you cannot hop in my Benz
You f*ckin' with top tiers so you better run while you can
Yuh, I'm smokin' on dope, lil b*tch, I be smokin' on thrax, yuh
Come hop in the back, we takin' a trip to Saks, yuh
Designer all over my fit
And I'm with a big titty b*tch
I lay her down and give her di*k
Yeah, I got a Glock on my hip
I'm smokin' the pack, the zip
I'm sippin' on Activist
I really been on my sh*t
So that's why they talkin' sh*t
I guess it all makes sense
I never really had friends
Like Uzi my friends are dead
I really never gave a damn
She askin' me what I want, well, I guess I want love
I don't wanna f*ck, I just wanna feel your touch
I just want love, I want someone
I don't wanna f*ck but we can still f*ck
Can you come over, hop in my Benz truck?
I just want you and I can't get enough
Oh, no, don't go
Oh, no, oh, no
No, no, oh, no
I'm at Saks Fifth and I'm with your hoe (With your b*tch I'm at Saks Fifth)
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Yeah, I got some racks, I got a glocky in the back, b*tch
I'm with your b*tch and we at Saks Fifth
I'm up in the store, I'm up in the Saks Fifth
Yeah I got a Glock, uh, and I got a bag, b*tch
You run up on me, uh, then it's f*ckin' bad, b*tch
I just wanna f*ck, yuh, I blow out your back, b*tch