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Sauce Walka

Oochie Wally

 

Oochie Wally

(album: Sorry 4 The Sauce 3 - 2016)


What up don don
We bout to take this shit to New York
Kno' what I'm saying B ow-wee

I got the biscuit, no gravy on it
Glock like an open receiver there's no safety on it
Keep the four pounds like a newborn baby
That was born premature from a crack head lady
I went broke from being friendly so it's fuck you pay me
My dick won't work for free so to fuck me pay me
I feel like Eminem, I'm the real Slim Shady
I had more rap sons than Shawty Lo had babies
The sniper got a scope that can see to the islands
And it sends good connect like it's made from Verizon
Bow, Can ya hear me now
Hood nigga
If life was a jacket I'd probably be in the hood nigga
If like was a car I'd probably be in the hood nigga
TSF like Death Row I had to Suge niggas
Blood whippin up in the park like the wood nigga
Three piece drop him and stomp him where he stood nigga
Screaming Boogie, Boogie, Boogie Blood Gang
If you ain't in Blood Gang nigga don't bang
Come up in my section wit that plexi and let them shells rain
Bullets falling like the Rain Man you got serve man
Dang
Make 'em dance like Omarion
Walking in the public with big guns that's what I be on
Walking in the club with big guns that's what I be on
Walking in the *breath in* Church with guns that what I be on
I don't matter where I'm at
Ima always keep the strap
Ima always pull in back and pop it like a Pringles cap
Ima always pull it back and sling it like a fishing trap
Catch a nigga in the net, deflate his whole thinking cap
Now it's leaking on his shoulder
You know his life is over
Took a half a second, he was laid like an Anchovy
I done got some rings out this bitch you swear I coached Kobe
Scars on my back 'cuz I ain't wanna say "My name Toby"
Uh
Call me Sauce Kunta Kinte
Oom Bop Bop Bop let my brothers out the damn cage
I can't be a prisoner
Money on my perimeter
All this chains hurting my neck it's time to hit the gym
Nigga
I ain't lying you can hear them hoes
All this jewelry of mine and I ain't sold back a lick of gold
Niggas buying Stainless AP dippin 'em in gold
Niggas buying silver Rolex dipping em in gold
Not me fuck fake it till you make it
Fuck a watch, I went and spent 20 on a bracelet
Brought some earrings and put some on my first place bitch
That make her look gorgeous way better than face lift
She want eye filler but she already flawless
I told her she ain't need 'em but she went way harder
I said "Fuck it den bitch come place your order"
The doctor in Miami fuck it then we going to Florida
I been doing rap business like Sean Carter
Phone stay going dead I can't keep enough chargers
All this bitches thirsty I can't keep enough water
Police killing niggas we can't enough fathers

Police killing niggas we can't enough fathers
Black Lives Matter nigga
Fuck the police nigga
Sauce, tha sauce, Sorry 4 the Sauce
Oh yea I forgot
This what the science said son
You understand son
This what the math is over here
Yea, over here
This what the science is B
Word, word to mutha
Facts

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