You know I gave em the sauce
I don't need no stylist lil' bitch I be sauced up
I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up
You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya
Gas bags I'm smokin' caution
Good dope from the West hurt my chest got me coughin'
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous
When I hear a broke nigga talkin'

Fat ass she look like a barbie
Pop a Perc 10 & fuck till I'm exhausted
We really slide no talkin'
My lil' homie gone hit he got lit when he caught em
Wanna see Stunna send me a deposit
They thought I was Nick we wildin'
She say she don't suck dick she childish
She throwin it back she tryna give me a challenge
She throw it back like she tossed it to me
And you know I caught it
She gave it to me you bought it
Going out sad lil' buddy you lost it
I put them diamonds up under the faucet
Two Glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet
We fishtail his whip with that fye then park it
I'm that lil' nigga they say I'm a target
If you want some smoke then place your order
Lil' freak told me I'm hot in Florida
Ass shaped like a peach That bitch from Georgia
Ion know her name I just call her gorgeous
My little niggas want bodies they scoring
Hit you block in the foreign and floor it
Rich youngin' took off he soarin'
I pull up pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin'
I'm too important
Nigga play with me and get violent
Won't talk I'm keepin' it silent
That lil' beef shit get me excited swerving
Me Jefe and Thailand late night
I jumped in that water like a great white
My late hittas scrape right
Big dog I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right

You know I gave em the sauce
I don't need no stylist lil' bitch I be sauced up
I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up
You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya
Gas bags I'm smokin' caution
Good dope from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin'
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous
When I hear a broke nigga talkin'

On Insta on that bitch he gone say he a killer
Ain't neva shot shit with the gun in them pictures
Nigga reach for this shit round my neck he a victim
Go read about it, no dissing, it's smoke? Let's clear it, I'm tryna see about em
The bush I'm not bout to beat around it
Catch a nigga in person beat the shit up out em
Lil Stunna Shakur I get around
Leave em missing like lost and found
Send him up he talking down
He play he get knocked outta bounds
I gave em the sauce & sound
Tryna ride my wave and drowned
Come get you a verse and some pounds
Say it's up, he get hit with a hundred rounds

You know I gave em the sauce
I don't need no stylist lil' bitch I be sauced up
I'm fresh as fuck on the walk up
You wanna be a boss best believe its gone cost ya
Gas bags I'm smokin' caution
Good Gas from the West hurt my chest got me coughin'
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous
When I hear a broke nigga talkin'
Shut the fuck up!

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Writer(s): Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Milan Torne