Y.W.N Sauce Walka (Ft. DaBoii)

[Intro: Sauce Walka]
(If you want sauce from Frauce, it's gon' cost, drip)
Mhm, ooh-wee
Mhm (Ooh-wee)
Shit

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I heard buddy died with his partner, that's a double cup
I put lil' birds on the street, now the murders up
Feathers everywhere, I don't care, hit them niggas up
Get his feathers plucked, then I skrrt in a Bentley truck
Yeah, my benjis up, I got bitches sellin' titties, bruh
My shirt Fendi, bruh, and I bought it just to fuck it up
Ain't no turnin' up, hit that yeeky, yeah, I'm yearnin' up
Have I flew enough? I'm back, brr, got hoes chirpin' us

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Young wild nigga with that 30 in my pocket, in the Bay
Not in Houston, but I still got that rocket, I don't play
Boy, I shoot shit and I keep a ho in pocket, what you say?
Yeah, my new bitch donе brought me one of your watches
I'm a young wild nigga with that 30 in my pockеt, in L.A.
Not in Houston, but I still got my rocket, I don't play
Boy, I shoot shit and I keep a ho in pocket, what you say?
Yeah, my new bitch done brought me one of your watches