Smile Sauce Walka (Ft. Maserati Jay)

[Intro]
On Sau
Know what I'm tal'm bout
JRag on the beat!
On Sau

[Verse 1 Sauce Walka]
I grew up in the school of hard Glocks
New Year's it ain't no ball drop
Just some hustlers in the backyard
Letting the mall pop
I was a lil kid playing cops and robbers with pop rocks
Turns out the Niggas grew up to snitches would play the mild cops
My pops wanted me to stay green just like a frog hop
But I knew my destiny was to shine
My life a ball spot
I call shots
Steven Naismith, might make yo' jaw drop
Hit 'em with the chicken filet
After the crow hop
You row on a bitch Nigga
I play hard for six figures
Turned into a seven now I'm hated by the old Niggas
Hated by my own Niggas
I'm faded by the gold digger's
A bitch can have give this bigger shovel
But can't take my gold with her
A bitch can have the power of Cupid
But can't take my soul with her
My heart died a long time ago
I lost it at the jury sto'
Replaced it at the findings sto'
And then I came back fo' mo'
My heart is now an engine ran off Codeine and fancy clothes
Big bags for classy hoes
My father always told me "Son be careful with them nasty hoes"
Until he seen me ride the rows
I had different goals
Made it out for thirty toes
Way before, I watched some shows
I smiled up a game, getting sold