They Hurt Sauce Walka

[Intro]
XO Saucy
Oohwee, splash
Chamberlain, he's got it!
Splash, drip, splash, woo

[Chorus]
Stuck to the code of the streets
I be with players and G's
Ain't no snitches around me
I sent the bitch to work
She sellin' ass, no twerk
I Gucci collared my shirt
Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt
Stuck to the code of the streets
I be with players and G's
Ain't no snitches around me
I sent the bitch to work
She sellin' ass, no twerk
I Gucci collared my shirt
Then I smash off in a vert, they hurt

[Verse 1]
They hurt
I Gucci collared my shirt
My diamonds came from the earth
No I ain't sellin' no work
No I ain't poppin' no percs
My bitches poppin' they skirt
I make a ho out a nurse
She put that Glock in her purse
She hid my skin off in it
Don't let that fat ass get you killed
I'll have 'em skin your fitted
She done marine gold titties
I got bitches, on some Trina shit
That lay up in Saks like the baddest bitches
Drive my 'round the city with them chopper sticks
Everybody claimin' Murder One
But in real life they never murdered one
Only thing you niggas ever sprayed
Was water guns when you playin' with your son
This some shit that I done really done
Beat cages fat as Big Pun
All my niggas shinin' like the sun
'Cause these backstreet boys never sung