Bottom 2 Top Sauce Walka (Ft. Sauce Gohan)
"Bottom 2 Top" by Sauce Walka featuring Sauce Gohan is a #HipHop track released in 2023. The lyrics explore themes of resilience, ambition, and the journey from struggle to success. The artists reflect on their rise from difficult circumstances to achieving their dreams, emphasizing perseverance and self-confidence. Musically, the song features energetic beats and catchy hooks, typical of Southern hip-hop. Its cultural impact lies in its celebration of personal growth and the hustle mentality prevalent in the rap community.
[Intro: Sauce Walka]
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Ooh-wee
Drip
You explain me
I'ma go and spill that good shit, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, uh
[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Young nigga known to pop shit, I didn't bitch, I got shit
Big diamonds on my neck hit like kung fu, kickin' drop kicks
Keep some shooters with me every day 'cause I know some niggas that done got hit
When them bullets get to flyin', nigga, they go anywhere, they do not pick
Never thought that I could buy a roll when I used to only want to drop six
Got a lil' partner facin' 10, tryna get him 4, hope they drop 6
Know some niggas with fiberglass diamonds, look homie, that is not it
This for the niggas that got shit, came from the bottom to top shit, ooh-wee
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Diamonds lookin' like February, I done made a ho out a secretary
Send a bitch on a hail mary, for the mustard, ball like Halle Berry
You a rat, boy, Tom and Jerry, so to me, your life ain't necessary
Buy some pints from my young gremlin, shot them niggas, send 'em to the cemetery
Slide on 'em and he out of there
Split your top, leave your body there
Don't nobody know who did it
Nigga swear to God illuminati there
Grew up in the house with no AC
Yeah, every day it was hot in there
I had to make it up out of there
Front yard, smokers in the rocking chair
Everybody tryna be the plug
Shit, I came up to be a socket now
Got my whole city poppin' now
Like it's pimpin', bitches out of pocket now
We at the top, ain't no stoppin' now
Shots through the window, they watchin' now
Never give all the Yung Joc in there
It ain't my fault 'cause they jacked my style
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Ooh-wee
Drip
You explain me
I'ma go and spill that good shit, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, uh
[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Young nigga known to pop shit, I didn't bitch, I got shit
Big diamonds on my neck hit like kung fu, kickin' drop kicks
Keep some shooters with me every day 'cause I know some niggas that done got hit
When them bullets get to flyin', nigga, they go anywhere, they do not pick
Never thought that I could buy a roll when I used to only want to drop six
Got a lil' partner facin' 10, tryna get him 4, hope they drop 6
Know some niggas with fiberglass diamonds, look homie, that is not it
This for the niggas that got shit, came from the bottom to top shit, ooh-wee
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Diamonds lookin' like February, I done made a ho out a secretary
Send a bitch on a hail mary, for the mustard, ball like Halle Berry
You a rat, boy, Tom and Jerry, so to me, your life ain't necessary
Buy some pints from my young gremlin, shot them niggas, send 'em to the cemetery
Slide on 'em and he out of there
Split your top, leave your body there
Don't nobody know who did it
Nigga swear to God illuminati there
Grew up in the house with no AC
Yeah, every day it was hot in there
I had to make it up out of there
Front yard, smokers in the rocking chair
Everybody tryna be the plug
Shit, I came up to be a socket now
Got my whole city poppin' now
Like it's pimpin', bitches out of pocket now
We at the top, ain't no stoppin' now
Shots through the window, they watchin' now
Never give all the Yung Joc in there
It ain't my fault 'cause they jacked my style
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