Sauce Walka – 102z

Sauce Walka – 102z Lyrics

Artist: Sauce Walka
Song: 102z

Ooh-wee
(JRag on the beat)
Ooh-wee
I be with street n#gg#s

I’m used to choppin’ shells on the beat, n#gg# (Shit)
I don’t repeat, n#gg#
I spend another hundred every week, n#gg#
I’m with the grease, n#gg#

I got detergent on me as we speak, n#gg#
Sauce on my feet, n#gg#
I be in Bathing Ape like it’s cheap, n#gg#
Sancho delete n#gg#s

I get a n#gg# murdered for the free, n#gg#
I’ma defeat n#gg#s
I’m with the killin’ grannies, I’m a G, n#gg#
All them delete n#gg#s

I served you magic, lift him off feet, n#gg#
How you deplete n#gg#s?
Spent a whole quarter million on some beef, n#gg#
I’m with the demonstration

I’m tryna see my opps get decapitated
Rappers be fabricating
sh#t hit the sky, man, y’all stop procrastinating (Ooh-wee)
Chopsticks came with a dick on it

Million-dollar play and a n#gg# put a b#tch on it (Ooh)
And a b#tch run it back like Devin Hester
My pockets on swole like Brock Lesnar
I’ll kick a n#gg# #ss like Shane Lechler

I don’t give a f#ck ’bout your vendetta
I’m the type, get the b#tch, make her do better
You the type, get the b#tch, then you lose cheddar
I’m the type make the ho trip any weather

You the type take the ho out to eat at Cheddar’s
I ain’t got time for a dinner date
I’ma drip on a b#tch in Bathing Ape
Once a n#gg# trip, I’ma put him on display

Rollin’ through your hood, I get it brackin’ in the broad day
Yellow stones in my ear, lemonade
Keep a cutter on my side, not a switchblade
Y’all n#gg#s slimes, b#tch-made

TSF business, lil’ n#gg#, we been paid
I’m wreckin’ b#tches for riches, no time for a renegade, on sauce
These n#gg#s got problems, we scoot up with cutters
I been drippin’, I be leavin’ a puddle

Alexander McQueen, I be clean like a bubble
At the trap spot, it’s just me and my buddies
n#gg# play with the sauce, I scoot up with TECs
I just seen a slime n#gg# wearin’ a dress

I’m out of town, n#gg#, where is the meds?
I’m strapped up, got a MAC tucked
n#gg# play with this sh#t, he gon’ end up dead
The opps seen us at the store and they fled

Old scary-ass n#gg#s don’t want no playin’
I’m ridin’ with Glocks, FNs, and choppers
I’m mixin’ the Off-White with Versace
I know it sound brazy, but n#gg#, I’m drippin’

Pull up to the trap if you need a prescription
These n#gg#s are rats, these n#gg#s police
These n#gg#s are sad, these n#gg#s are weak
I drip and I splash every time that I walk

I drip and I splash every time that I talk
We sittin’ on leather, you touch one feather
No question, we splash up and knockin’ you off
Real trap n#gg#, I got bricks in my wall

And I got a whole army of shooters on call (Blah)
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From the album:
Birdz Hunt Snakes [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021