Yeah Yeah Sauce Walka (Ft. Sosamann)

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah
50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah
Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah
Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah
Flipping and dripping the sauce
Flying on planes with boss
My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle
We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I swear, cold as polar bear
All of my diamonds on glare
Curls all over my hair
The white girl, yeah yeah
She just bought me 20 thousand, yeah yeah yeah yeah
That was just in one evening
Sauce off in this seasoning
Slap a rapper for no reason
I don’t like the way he breathing
In the Benz when I’m creeping
In some coupe, yeah yeah
Your bitch see me right there
Fingers all in my hair
Her friend in the back, yeah
I got bunnie traps, yeah
And they said that dripping sauce was a joke
Now the world if you ain’t drippy, you broke
Never seen you niggas pimping before
Now it’s all on the biz
Sauce done made you niggas rich
Be thankful for the [?]