Lyrics St. Nick - Atl Smook

St. Nick

Saint Nick, I keep me a sack
I blow them racks off in Saks
I hit that bit' from the back
Now she don’t know how to act
No boxer, I beat up the pack
Rings on check, this is status
The gang, I keep it intact
Ain’t switching up, that’s a fact
Hop in that mofuckin' scat
Turn 75 to a racetrack
Backwood, it look like a bat
I’m double R, check out the tat
Run it up fast, they like, «How you do that?
Just like I’m Andre, I keep it three stacks
We catch a opp, turn him to a new pack
But we not down, we ain’t goin' out bad
In love wit' Barney’s, designer mismatched
She ride like a Harley, she ride it real fast
Passin' my brother assist with the nat
Ride with the cutter, leave him in the past
Came from the gutter, I ain’t going back
Racks in my pocket, it look like thigh pads
These niggas be broke, swear they need 'em a cast
Ain’t seeing no drought, I got bills in the stash
I’m balling like I’m a
I got more spots than a cheetah
All of my bitches, they divas
All of my niggas, they demons
Laugh at a cop like hyena
Ain’t showing up, fuck a subpoena
These niggas gon' sing like Selena
Play wit' them racks like Serena
Saint Nick, I keep me a sack
I blow them racks off in Saks
I hit that bit' from the back
Now she don’t know how to act
No boxer, I beat up the pack
Rings on check, this is status
The gang, I keep it intact
Ain’t switching up, that’s a fact
Hop in that mofuckin' scat
Turn 75 to a racetrack
Backwood, it look like a bat
I’m double R, check out the tat
Run it up fast, they like, «How you do that?
Just like I’m Andre, I keep it three stacks
We catch a opp, turn him to a new pack
But we not down, we ain’t goin' out bad