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sauce walka - out gang lyrics

[intro: sauce walka]
jrag on the beat
ooh-wee

[chorus: sauce walka]
scoot up in here like a bumper car
i’m drippin’ sauce like it’s no tomorrow
i whip that gas in my audemar
i’m pullin’ strings like a d-mn guitar
i’m with pterodactyls in jur-ssic park
i’m cookin’ grits if they askin’ for it
i’ll send a b-tch in a plastic bra
all of my n-ggas got aim
all of my choppers got names
you n-ggas outside the gang
n-gga get out of line, he flamed
he get caught out of bounds, he hanged
catch him out and i doubt his brains
right outside of your house, we came
all you did was hide out, you lame, out gang

[verse 1: sauce walka]
splash up on the outs with a k
send an out n-gga outer sp-ce
if i find out he was tryna play
ridin’ out with a baby spray
got the hitter tied to a shoelace
your b-tch wanna see what my jewels taste
i’m too busy changin’ that cruise taste
yeah i pour a pint every day
i be drinkin’ eights like smart water
n-ggas say lean ‘posed to make you go to sleep
but it make me drip harder
i just f-cked on a weird b-tch in la that act with will smith’s daughter
i could make selena gomez break justin bieber like a pimp taught her
while you was savin’ for your first chain, n-gga, i was probably on my fifth order
you old n-ggas still think y’all could play out the game, y’all ain’t vince carter
your defense ain’t nothin’ to me
i step back and harden for three
just like harden i’m saucin’ your p
in the streets, on me (ooh-wee, drip)

[verse 2: bg kenny lou]
scoot up and pop like a pimple
all these cookies, smoke clouding my mental
someone’s toolie just tucked in the rental
we gon’ scoot up and blow like a missile
they can’t common sense you, i know that i hit you
bet a hundred that spray-co gon’ lift you
it blow like a whistle, them people gon’ miss you
send a n-gga -ss home, okay
up, up, and away, like an early dismissal
might judge judy vlone today
so my drip is up, gotta keep me a pistol
like a pimp, keep my ho on my hip
cuffin’ that b-tch like a new pair of scissors
we don’t sleep when it’s war over here
tryna creep and then reap the lil’ son of a n-gga
i’m glad i went chose me a roll over n-ggas
and i’m on the road but i’m not on no jigga
stay to myself, not a role model figure
’cause i love to ride, love to jugg and tote pistols
f-ck the other side, we gotta slide on them n-ggas
i’m the one scootin’ up in the streets
i’m the cook if they callin’ it beef
f-ck the smoke, b-tch, we want all the grease
they deceased, i’m winning, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[chorus: sauce walka]
scoot up in here like a bumble car
i’m drippin’ sauce like it’s no tomorrow
i whip that gas in my audemar
i’m pullin’ strings like a d-mn guitar
i’m with pterodactyls in jur-ssic park
i’m cookin’ grits if they askin’ for it
i’ll send a b-tch in a plastic bra
all of my n-ggas got aim
all of my choppers got names
you n-ggas outside the gang
n-gga get out of line, he flamed
he get caught out of bounds, he hanged
catch him out and i doubt his brains
right outside of your house, we came
all you did was hide out, you lame, out gang

- sauce walka lyrics

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