WALK UP

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 nautious 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 wilding 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 2 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 Hefe 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 nautious 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 nautious When I hear a broke nigga talkin Shut the fuck up!