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Sauce Walka

Who Done It

 

Who Done It

(Album: Sorry 4 The Sauce 3 - 2016)


Ooh-wee
Classic gangster shit going on man, legendary sauce shit going on
This was always one of my favorites, know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga really about all this shit we be talking about man
You feel me?

Catch a nigga by his foot or go and follow his mama
If a nigga play me sweet you know I'm bringing that drama
Know I'm shooting them llamas, know I'm screaming them hammers
Know I'm flamming them flammers, know I'm shooting them jammers
Know I'm bringing them super soakers, I'm wetting his ass
His brother tried to come and save him, I left him in the grass
Shoot a nigga arm off, what the fuck is a cast?
Shoot a nigga through the window, what the fuck is a glass?
If I really want his body I'ma sleep in the grass
If I get my hands dirty I'ma wash 'em in gas
Get that gunpowder off me, roll a wood up, and laugh
'Cause I'm really 'bout that murder, I'll smoke your ass
Pay a bitch to wrap you with a cord and choke your ass nigga
Yeah I could get on some evil shit
Rip out your heart like a demon shit
Send body parts to your people shit
Yeah I send your hands to your mama
I send your legs to your daddy
I send your eyes to your granny
I send your foot to your daughter
Fuck it, the label some horror
Fuck it, the label some saw
Granny playing guitar, 'cause you ain't never ever coming back no more
I got guns when it comes to the store
I got guns that you niggas can't order
I got guns that you never can borrow
I got guns that can still shoot good underwater
I got guns that can shoot through brick walls, I got guns that got night vision
I got guns that shoot hand grenades, I got handguns that hold fifty
I got guns with long barrels on 'em, look so ugly, shoot so pretty
I got guns in my bitch titties, moral is don't fuck with me
If it's an issue we see him 'bout it, if it's an issue we be about it
It ain't a question if we about it, it ain't a question if we about it
Master P, yeah I'm 'bout it 'bout it
'Bout it 'bout it, 'bout it 'bout it, 'bout it
Ran up him with a shotty, ran up on him with a shotgun
Make him jump like a pop gun, let both kids play with pop guns
Like a needle I'ma pop something, like a football I'ma drop something

Ooh-wee
Who done it? Who done it?
Who done it? Who done it? Nigga
The kid done did, one and done nigga
Sorry for the Sauce 3
Who done it? Who done it? Me

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