Don’t Play Me Sauce Walka (Ft. Jackboy)
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[Intro: Sauce Walka]
Oowee
See, you would've had to laid your own eyes with no disguise to be able to describe, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Dark clouds in the ghetto
Warrin' like Achilles, tryna dodge every elbow
This ain't no Olympics, champions don't win a medal
Sellin' those specifics get you hung into a scarecrow
Tryna sell an LO, get a nugget, Carmello
Deep down in Texas, you just gotta be thorough
I was out in Florida, down in Quincy cuttin' elbows
Put the bitch down in Tampa Bay, ain't had no boat
Still made a hundo
[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Shootin' through them walls, nigga, yeah, that's what them cutters do
Peeped that you had flaws, nigga, now I cannot fuck with you
Made a milli', now I wanna see my nigga make a milli' too
Silly fool, you come and play with us and we gon' clap a dude
Paper chasе, I done ran this shit up fast like we in a racе
I'm really rich, I'm ridin' in a Lamb', my bitch ridin' in a Wraith
I'm really rich, I stacked that bread to the point I can do what the fuck I want
And no nigga ain't gon' do shit to me, I'm the type to get your stepper stomped
[Verse 3: Sauce Walka]
Mhm, stomp a stepper, Kirk Franklin
I'm the type to eat a full breakfast, no bacon
Catch a snitch up in the kitchen with the pigs, legs shakin'
Find out it was your cousin', now your whole Earth quakin'
It's tanks up in Ukraine, but it been a war with Haitians
Since our country make the difference, why y'all don't save every nation
Instead of giving me cases for guns at these gas stations?
Detained with metal bracelets, nigga just tryin' to make it
Lord, gracious
Oowee
See, you would've had to laid your own eyes with no disguise to be able to describe, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Dark clouds in the ghetto
Warrin' like Achilles, tryna dodge every elbow
This ain't no Olympics, champions don't win a medal
Sellin' those specifics get you hung into a scarecrow
Tryna sell an LO, get a nugget, Carmello
Deep down in Texas, you just gotta be thorough
I was out in Florida, down in Quincy cuttin' elbows
Put the bitch down in Tampa Bay, ain't had no boat
Still made a hundo
[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Shootin' through them walls, nigga, yeah, that's what them cutters do
Peeped that you had flaws, nigga, now I cannot fuck with you
Made a milli', now I wanna see my nigga make a milli' too
Silly fool, you come and play with us and we gon' clap a dude
Paper chasе, I done ran this shit up fast like we in a racе
I'm really rich, I'm ridin' in a Lamb', my bitch ridin' in a Wraith
I'm really rich, I stacked that bread to the point I can do what the fuck I want
And no nigga ain't gon' do shit to me, I'm the type to get your stepper stomped
[Verse 3: Sauce Walka]
Mhm, stomp a stepper, Kirk Franklin
I'm the type to eat a full breakfast, no bacon
Catch a snitch up in the kitchen with the pigs, legs shakin'
Find out it was your cousin', now your whole Earth quakin'
It's tanks up in Ukraine, but it been a war with Haitians
Since our country make the difference, why y'all don't save every nation
Instead of giving me cases for guns at these gas stations?
Detained with metal bracelets, nigga just tryin' to make it
Lord, gracious
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