CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : Sauce

Fa, fa, meee, fa fa
(Plug)
Mob, gang
Brim, five nine sh*t b*t*h (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Gang

N***as tried to run off with my sauce
Boy that ain’t no Gucci, you know that sh*t came from Ross
Ima shoot till you start bleeding, until you got menopause
I done called n***as my bro
Just for them to go do me wrong
Said he gon' run up, Glock make him run back
Now that n***a in the gra**, like a n***a run track
There’s a fifty round clip inside my Gat
It’s an eye for an eye n***a, t**-for-tat
If you not gon' slide, why you got a strap?
If you not tryna die, stop talking on snap
Yh, shawty so bad her a** so fat
And I’m giving her strokes when she sit on my lap!

Tried to put on my (?) mistake
Talking sh*t on the net but never to my face
This Glock spray him down like some ma'f**kin mace
Free Kick-door and Juggy they gone beat the case
If you know my shawty please do not call me cos my gun gon' smack the f**k up out ya face
If he talking sh*t he get hit with the drake
Boy watch your lips you don’t make what I make
N***as tried to run off with my sauce
Boy that ain’t no Gucci, you know that sh*t came from Ross
Ima shoot till you start bleeding, until you got menopause
I done called n***as my bro
Just for them to go do me wrong
Said he gon' run up, Glock make him run back
Now that n***a in the gra**, like a n***a run track
There’s a fifty round clip inside my Gat
It’s an eye for an eye n***a, t**-for-tat
If you not gon' slide, why you got a strap?
If you not tryna die, stop talking on snap
Yh, shawty so bad her a** so fat
And I’m giving her strokes when she sit on my lap!

Fa!
Spee!
Fa-fa-fa!
MOB!