Correction Lyrics Whitney & Bobby by Sauce Walka

Featuring(s) : Sauce Walka & TEC

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Lyrics

Ay ay ay (Samurai)
Planet of the ape sh*t n***a
Y'all know what the f**k going on

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go f**k on ? for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last n***a tried me we smoke him like ?
Takedown the plug n***a thought we was shopping
My young n***a itching to knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause that young n***a grimey
I'm still on the block like ?
That f**k n***a lying if he say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time piece
I hit the trap with that pack now that young n***a pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)

I'm really breaking these b*t*hes for million
I'm not sure if this year I might make a billion (Mhm)
I'm overseas with a b*t*h that's Brazillian
I'm still ? can't catch me I'm brilliant (Mhm)
I just went bought me some jewelry, three pieces
That was a cool million I ain't even feel it
Who made these b*t*h n***as flyer than Huston ? (Ooh sh*t)
Can't ride in your car (Again)
Can't f**k with your broads (Again)
Ain't no posting up at the store with your dogs (Again)
Splash up and shoot y'all (Again)
It don't matter what hood you at imma call (Again)
We hitting through walls (Again)
Ain't no waving white flags boy we gon' ball (Again)
We waiting on y'all (To spin)
We got too many chops, try to slide on this block
A f**k n***a gon' die nine times out of ten
I'm still in the pot n***a whipping up jock
We mixing and cooking up fish with no fins
We got about a hundred 'sum shots in this Benz
n***a play with my money I'm dropping my ?
The f**k was you thinking boy you will get
Wrapped like a mummy for all the 'lil guap in my pants
That young n***a popping, ain't need no advance
These lil n***as copy me like they my kids
You don't get no dollars so make it make sense
Got everybody rocking with us who make ?
I'm sipping on wok and no ?
I know I got all my opp n***as p*ssed
That young n***a ball like he play for the Knicks
He be passing the ball and be making assists

Don't wanna talk 'less it's 'bout a deposit
We handle our business don't speak on them body
I probably got 'bout a mil in my closet
I really go f**k on ? for a hobby
Dressing all black like Batman and go robbing
The last n***a tried me we smoke him like ?
Takedown the plug n***a thought we was shopping
My young n***a itching to knock off your noggin
Came from the hood serving Whitney and Bobby
You can't trust him 'cause that young n***a grimey
I'm still on the block like ?
That f**k n***a lying if he say he can't find me
Run up them racks and go cash out on diamonds
Ain't wasting no time, I wanna bust down my time
I hit the trap with that pack now that young n***a pockets
Be filled up with paper like bonders (Drip)(Ooh-wee)
Just got a AR15

Take this sh*t to the moon b*t*h we going far
?
I got the judge just like Law and Order
Used to hold up that ? just like Shawn Carter
In that stingray like I put my car in water (Skrtt)
I call the plays I'm a godfather
I make them lil n***as slide like this hardball
Swing that stick just like a bat
Got no less than fifty when I'm in that ?
? I've been pressure big steppa like Shaq
? speak out a accent, we don't kick sh*t on a accident
Dance with my stick like I'm African
All this ice on me b*t*h I'm a avalanche

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