Ooh-wee Y'all already know what type of shit I'm on Splash
Fuck the motherfuckin' nonsense Smack a nigga with a palmed fist Knock his iPhone out his hand Drop a Sunkist, I'm on mix Wock' and red This a Glock. 40 on me but it's a nine in the head It shoot both of 'em I be havin' modified guns Transform somethin', Decepticon Every day, I'm walkin' with a weapon on Steppin' on Louis, gooey Whatever that is TSF business, Sauce Walka, I been that kid that did Made a couple million off of that bitch What's her name? Don't matter, nigga, motherfuck the fame My bitch not Rihanna but these platinum dollars Put her on a billboard, she'll solve all your problems Bitch a geniе and you was just a weenie Maybach truck '21 is how you see me ChromeHеart beanie, but I don't got no love Trap house after close, we ain't got no drugs That's how my chest is Headshot everything in the car Fuck some vests Backflip kick, martial arts Off of Tekken, the weapon Niggas better duck when I step in God here, sit down in church and stand in God's field Respect, nigga It's TSF 'bout that check Nigga I'll have a Crip with a thirty C walk ya neck, nigga Walk was two years in the game and still a vet', nigga I done made some broke niggas rich up in the 'jects, nigga, real life Tell me what that struggle feel like Streets so cold, popsicles don't wanna feel ice Streets so cold, nigga, life froze from shootin' dice Hit 'em with the nitrogen, he never saw his wife again He like to win, but be with losers You wanna play with Tim Duncan or Carlos Boozer? Like a needle, I maneuver through the haystack Gettin' money since way back, since 8-Tracks My mama was breaking tricks for eight racks Seen so many muscle head niggas shot in the eight pack Tryna be Damien, won't never lift a weight again Don't shake the pen and die free Keep thinkin' that them lil' niggas ain't got none from grease A lot of good lives is weak when that piece come out Who really fucking with them wolves when they teeth come out? All this trauma I received, made my beast come out Sauce Walka in any city, then the streets come out
On Sauce Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (Grr) Ooh-wee Yeah Ooh-ooh (Uh)
Four honeybuns in that red Goyard Jewelry one of none, the money come, I'ma go off (Uh) Never was a bum, the summer come, I'ma show off (Show off) Only sixty-three made, one of them in my garage (Yes) My young nigga young and dumb, bipolar, he off a Zoloft He's so lost, walk up, head tap you and stroll off (Poom-poom) Man, it's like I'm A-Wax, sellin' 'caine by the O-Dog (Ha) Twelve hit the spot, I'm out the window that's a closed car (I'm gone, nigga) I make more in a year than your career paid And you don't hear me played on radio airways Twin got two straps on him like a pair of Air Rays (Hahaha) The. 40 sing like oil sheen get your hair sprayed (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm in this bitch, been gettin' rich for a long minute (Ha?) Suck me and don't come up for air that bitch is long-winded (Hahaha) I got a homie in prison doin' a long sentence (Free my nigga) Called in and said "Any beat they put you on, kill it" (I got you, twin) Machine, they mad at you How you pushin' a California through Malibu? (They mad) Daytona on the rich, you did the unimaginable (They mad) You did what niggas never fathomed to Sippin' DeLe' at Diddy house when I'm just passin' through (What up, bro?) I was just doin' what I had to (Uh-huh) I just put the work in they think I did somethin' magical (What you think I did?) I'm from a hood niggas relieve you of your valuables (Give me that shit, nigga) Machine (Give me that shit, pussy) , bitch
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