N 2 Dat - Sauce Walka

JRag on the beat

Know what I’m talkin' 'bout, ooh-wee

Ghetto Gospel, nigga

Hop off the blue bird and start smashin' shit

Nigga got to the pen, I was thrashin' shit

I was bustin' big store, I was havin' shit

I had hoes on my books, I ain’t ask for shit

Kept a blade in my boots, on some stabbin' shit

Niggas gay in this bitch, on some grabbin' shit

I was doin push-ups, on some savage shit

Nigga got out the pen and I grabbed the bitch

Made my first hundred thousand off Africans

My ho is white as a napkin

And she get paid off of travelin'

I’m throwin' sauce like a javelin, look at the pad I’m in, livin' extravagant

Once we know you a snitch you can’t trap again

Once we know you a bitch you get slapped again

My lil' bro broke his wrist in that glass again

I told that nigga stop doin' that

Go get you a bitch and be through with that

Tryna whip up a brick, she work two with that

And these boots I got on got the Gucci patch

My belt Gucci too, so that Gucci match

I walked out of court in some Gucci slacks

Then broke on a bitch in a Gucci hat

When I bought all them chains they said Gucci back

I got white bitches slangin' that coochie back

Bitch, I’m a dog, I eat Scooby Snacks

And I’m stuck in the beat like a booby trap

Bitch I grew out my hair just to lose the cap

I took a pint on the cruise and nap

I knock the P, make him lose his trap

He couldn’t sleep, he on Google Maps

Got in a race and start losin' laps

Nigga see me, he salty, don’t give no daps

Better stay off this smoke 'fore my Glock relapse

And you end up on somebody’s shirt perhaps

Know what I’m sayin'

Ooh-wee

Spray-cos, AR’s, and choppers, we into that

Making hundreds off boppers, we into that

Peelin' off on the coppers, we into that

We ain’t ducking no squabbles, we into that

Sendin' hits on our problems, we into that

We like sticks and revolvers, we into that

Can’t find you, hit your mama, we into that, yeah, we into that

AR’s, Spray-cos, and choppers, we into that

Makin' hundreds off models, we into that

Peelin' off on the coppers, we into that

We ain’t ducking no squabbles, we into that

Sending hits on our problems, we into that

We like sticks and revolvers, we into that

Can’t find you, hit your mama, we into that, yeah, we into that

Ooh-wee, ooh-wee

Ooh-wee