Drill Spill Sauce Walka

[Intro]
Oowee!
Young Mean spray that shit
I'm stuck in this shit
Wherever I go New York or Texas, it don't matter
Ima just dribble

[Verse]
Driving and still pulling up too much lean in the car
Riding with switches on top of them splinters
They hopping them down, they running too far
Sauce making digits with all of my bitches
That's why it's a Bentley up in her garage
I'm spending millions on all of my men's
You try me, I promise they sleep in your yard
Soon as they hear they be beefing your car
Mhmm
Chest shot, chest shot, Nigga shot
Nigga tried to run, caught a leg shot
Switch to the head, homie, I identify as a dreadlock
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Pimp game, got him in a headlock
Might just DD take his purse on a drop top
Oops, my bad I did that
Interstate, bitch gimme a break Ima kick that
Stone-cold Steve with a six-pack
I done made three sixteen of a bitch of a kick back
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I be with gangsters in every city
Who has to pay for all of the thugs?
All of the crips all of the bloods?
Giving you knowledge instead of the drugs
Some of my music ain't made for the club
Just lost a cousin and can't get a hug
Yes, I'm outside, but you ain't the judge
Got self-defense, but that ain't what it was
He touched it cuz he was a plug