I Win Polyester the Saint (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[Verse 1: Polyester the Saint]
You don't really get it turnt, you don't get it poppin
You don't really put in work, you just wait and watch this
As I take you to a place that you never seen
Straight you worn out, cause you off that lean
But I ain't trippin, I get faded though
Daily grind, sippin wine, that's the way to go
Plus my cuddy got that good tree, on the low
Mix it with the tacos, off the stove
Let's get this party popping, turn up the base
Let's get it knockin
The cool done, turn up the base
So don't you get to start nothing
You didn't think we catch you slippin
But we steady watching
Back to the hoes, new clothes, new shoes
The city loves us
I'm on the rise, my ninja, I know you see
You wanna decline, pimping, you started cheese
We poking hoes and all you foes
That thing we sleeping
My eyes wide, open for them haters peeking

[Chorus: Polyester the Saint]
It's okay, it's alright
We got everything you like
Let's just show, what we do
Pull up to your block
Swerve off with your girl
She know how to do it