Yeah Yeah - Sauce Walka

I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah

50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah

Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah

Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah

Flipping and dripping the sauce

Flying on planes with boss

My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle

We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

I swear, cold as polar bear

All of my diamonds on glare

Curls all over my hair

The white girl, yeah yeah

She just bought me 20 thousand, yeah yeah yeah yeah

That was just in one evening

Sauce off in this seasoning

Slap a rapper for no reason

I don’t like the way he breathing

In the Benz when I’m creeping

In some coupe, yeah yeah

Your bitch see me right there

Fingers all in my hair

Her friend in the back, yeah

I got bunnie traps, yeah

And they said that dripping sauce was a joke

Now the world if you ain’t drippy, you broke

Never seen you niggas pimping before

Now it’s all on the biz

Sauce done made you niggas rich

Be thankful for the

I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah

50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah

Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah

Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah

Flipping and dripping the sauce

Flying on planes with boss

My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle

We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

I’m a boss, yeah yeah

Paid the cost, yeah yeah

Took a loss, yeah yeah

Dripping sauce, oh yeah yeah

Foreign floss, oh yeah yeah

Cut ‘em off, oh yeah yeah

Sosa broke, oh no

Sippin' syrup, move slow

Counting dough, getting more

Rollin gas up, 93

Had a face that you wouldn’t believe

Getting dope, counting all the cheese

I don’t want no friends

I just want the ends

Take off with your bitch

In the coupe

Hat blowing in the wind

These niggas so pretend

Free my brothers out the pen, yeah yeah

I don’t want no problems

I just want the gwala

I want all ciabatta

I done did me a lot of shit

I’m a god in my city nigga, yeah yeah

50 thousand, red 50s, that’s a bloody bag, yeah

Got my niggas working hard, yeah yeah

Cut them snakes out the circle ‘cause them hoes were fake, yeah

Flipping and dripping the sauce

Flying on planes with boss

My niggas ain’t going back to the struggle

We ain’t got the cash to fall, yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

We ain’t going broke no more

We ain’t going broke no more

All this money came out the O

Now they hating on us all

Now they hating on us all

Before this class they were lost

Yeah yeah

Yeah, oh yeah

Yeah, oh yeah

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