Outpack Sauce Walka (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Sauce Walka & Trippie Redd]
Damn
(If you want sauce from Frauce, it's gon' cost)
Ha-ha
Drip
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on (Yeah)
Gang (Yeah)
Ha-ha (Yeah)
(Amazon X)
Okay (1400)
Huh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We want all the smoke, bitch, we love that
Right above my belt where the drum at (Drum)
This is not the place to act dumb at
Hollow tips sprayin' where your son at
Baby mama reachin', where the crumbs at? (Yeah)
We want all the smoke, bitch, we love that (Love that)
Posted in the trenches where you done at (Done that)
Where you better keep a damn gun at (Gun at)
We want all the smoke, where your lungs at? (Huh, TLC, woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd, Trippie Redd & Sauce Walka]
Tables, ladders, chairs, tables, ladders, chairs (Chairs)
She want tender love and care, but I don't even care (Care)
Told that lil' bitch, "Woo!", like I'm Ric Flair (Yeah)
We keep choppers by the pairs, shoot out anywhere (Baow)
Hermè-Hermè-Hermè, like I'm Triple H
Known to do the damn dash on the interstate
New bitch super bad, she don't need a K
With the murder team, chopper bullets to your face (Murder, murder)
With the murder team, chopper bullets to your face (Yeah, murder, murder)
With the murder team (Yeah), chopper bullets to your face (Bang, murder, murder)
With the murder team, chopper bullets to your face (Yeah, murder, murder)
With the murder team, chopper bullets to your face (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)