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Sauce Walka
Featuring(s) : Sauce Gohan, Peso Peso
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Look how far we made it (Look how far we made it) I just wanna say congratulations (Congratulations) To all the haters [Sauce Gohan] When I die, wonder how many of y'all niggas gonna feel it When I die, think I need 'bout 5 caskets for my riches I spit power through my lyrics, we go crazy in that trap house And let the junkies do their fillin' Remember we was children Throwing rocks and cars and breaking in abandoned buildin' (buildings) Never knew we'd be the stars we are today but look we did it I bet my granny'd be so proud of me if she'd see me in this Bentley We came from the trenches Then walk around the hood I have so many memories (so many memories) Remember Ms. Gordon store, the old folks store, catfish city, they all empty I can fly around the whole country but this Chiraq shit is still in me You can put that lil' ass money up, me and Twinz counted out two fifty I'm gonna spaz out ridin' two Hemis cause I'm a hood nigga And you best ride around with two semis up in my hood nigga Click a Glock 5 get 'em gone in a jiffy Pull the Glock one more time til the clip empty Snakes in the grass, niggas ain't getting no pass f*ck nigga TSL business [Peso Peso] TSL mexico, niggas gone run in your house leave you dead in the kitchen And my shooter screwed up right now Little nigga get hit but don't die he failed to mention December 25th, all we got was body wash for Christmas Can't help but reminisce, I really wish my brother was still with us I remember I was broke, I ain't even have a penny Now I'm on 12th St and 5th Ave crawling in a Bentley I'm in Neiman Marcus shopping and I'm walkin' with a 5th And I don't give a f*ck who he is he play with Julo I'm a kill him I'm just dripping, I'm just spillin', in the Bentley when we kill him We gon' throw him in the dyke, same place where we go fishin' Many rappers not alike, I be mobbin' in the trenches And my chain is full of ice, while I'm walkin' with my killers Peso Peso fly like Peter Pan And I keep me a tool like a handyman Niggas say my name I ain't play no games I'm coming just like Candyman I'm in South Park with chopsticks walkin' up [?] And I'm still scootin up for Kenny Louie finna do the money dance [Sauce Walka] Do the money dance Couldn't get bitches from 'round the corner, now it's hoes in France Used to be on Bellerive sellin' crack hand-to-hand Dope fiends kickin' cans, laws watchin' surveillance cams Big Glocks up in our pants, no hotpoints, them bitches jam Way before Instagram, I took pictures with pistols fam AKs and missiles, fam, ARs with sensors, fam Made it to the news, I don't glorify it, it's just who I am Would you protect your bleeding brother's life and pull that pistol blam Or would you run and leave him left for dead and go post on the 'gram Safe in arms reach up your fam, yesterday y'all banging brim Soon as it start going ham, you dropped the ball, NBA Jam Damn, this the oath niggas committed to I remember when being a gangsta was sensible Honorable and milital, regardless of the ridicule When gettin' a brick was just the beginning, not the pinnacle But niggas lost they principles All these trappers ass backwards Nigga buy a chain before a lawyer and then get firecrackered Police hit like linebackers, under your car find trackers Already too late they done broke in like a chiropractor [Sauce Walka] You captured Oowee You captured One time them broke in Oowee
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