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(专辑: Birdz Hunt Snakes - 2021)
[Sauce Walka:] (Uppercut) Ooh-wee Ooh-wee (Damn, Quad, this shit bangin') Splash Sauce send hits like a
boxer arm (Shit) Fast on a
bitch like Ramadan Bitch gotta pray to me, Farrakhan R.I.P. Nip, this the
marathon I
done made five million 'fore thirty-one Boy, you made five trenches and you thirty-one Boy, I
know your mama wish she could switch her son If you scared, go to church, make your bitch a
nun Y'all really in the
way, y'all ain't getting none See these Bathing Ape shoes? They ain't made to run That's why all my niggas punch and we stay with guns And my shooter cross-eyed like my granny son So he aim it at whatever when he start to hit If you on the
other side, then you getting split I
could get a
nigga touched just to take a
pic I
could bust a
bitch down like you bust a
brick Difference is, when we ride, everything legit What you get for a
nine, she get for a
kiss What you get for a
half, she get for a
fit If she make thirty-nine, I
keep thirty-six I
can't leave too many dimes with a
dirty bitch I
ain't tryna see my bitch on some dirty shit But dedicated to the
game get dirty, bitch, ooh-wee (Ooh) [Sosamann:] I
got the
B, that's a
walking block I
rock the
Frank Mueller just for the
clock I
can't fuck with him, he tell I
know that fuck nigga talk a
lot, ooh I
told you I'm pulling off the
lot, ayy Boy, you a
bitch, fix your halter-top, ooh Chopper, it hit him, they chalk him out Shouldn't've had pressure with me, ayy TSF business relentless A
crib full of killers, no stepping on me, ayy Just know if you start, we gon' finish I
keep smoking spinach, I'm blessed as can be, ayy The
house, just bet it on me, ooh Seen him out, he dead in the
street, ooh My twins, ain't talking Siamese And the
kid having water like beach Walk in the
house, eeny-meeny-miny-moe Bake a
lil' bit 'bout the
dough, ayy If you don't got it, gotta go, ooh I
prefer the
bright or the
snow, ayy Diamonds shining light, don't glow And them hoes hitting, I
think they doing the
woah, ayy And a
nigga clean like soap, jeez Chopper hit a
nigga, cut him up like a
heater, ooh [Sancho Saucy:] G
before the P
like Grand Prix Sancho still breaking bitches, understand me? I
been bicking back booling, getting cottage cheese But disrespect'll get you killed, that's guaranteed In the
hills with this white bitch named Beverly Told a
bitch to go to work and hold carefully Big sancho, big bird, no Sesame Spilling sauce, big boss, I
got the
recipe Pouring syrup in the
A&W bream soda In the
trap, was still a
baby, can't lean on it Hundred-thousand-dollar play, I
put the
team on it Then I
bought an F&N with a
beam on it Bitch, I'm married to the
sauce, I
put a
ring on it When he took his last breath, you should've seen homie At first it was hoo-hoos and hahas But now it's red roses and goodbyes On sauce, on twin