Lola’s Grandsons Sauce Walka

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

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Fuck it, let's go car for car
We go diamond for diamond or house for house or we can go war for war
If we talkin' 'bout bitches, my lineup ridiculous, yeah, I can go star for star
I'm buyin' AR for R
Shit, I'm buyin' so many assault rifle pistols, I can go to war with Mars
For sure
I'm a young nigga from the backdoor
I ain't got sense, I was born on the crack floor
Why you stuntin' on 'em like that, though?
'Cause I ain't never got shit that I asked for
I'm in Chiraq with a black ho
And she got a Glock in the Louis backpack, though
Bitch buyin' Percs over barcodes
But I know a bitch buyin' Birkins off the whole show

[Verse 2]
Sippin' on drank, that's a no-no
Sprayco stuffed in the 'Cat, it's a four-door
VVS stuffed on the rose gold
Bad bitch bring in a boatload
Them killers, they do what I say so, huh
Stackin' these hundreds likе Legos
My pockets stay fat, them bitchеs humongous
Blood 'nem thirsty, they ready to hunt ya
Ain't no need for no punchin'
Chrome Heart hoodie, this bitch cost more than four hundred
TSF business, they know how we comin'
AR-15, that bitch stuffed with a hundred
She in love with my drip, she don't fuck with you dummies
I laugh at you dummies, I flex when it's sunny
Come fuck with me, oops, I found me a bunny
She just brought me a hundred, I swear it was lovely