Listen to Drip, Sauce (feat. Kj Balla) by Jay Gwuapo

Drip, Sauce (feat. Kj Balla)

Jay Gwuapo

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Lyrics

Young Kairo These niggas talking through hashtags and be flexing, bitches know where the cash at We rolling up with a pack, God, I get money, KJ told me to stack that We came from nothing what you mad at? I don't pay attention where all the tags at If I want it, man, I grab that, off the music I be making that bag bag Different bottles when you see us, we pull up on niggas, and we got the spot turnt I had to focus on music and give up the scamming 'cause of all of the spots burnt I walk in the spot, nothing but bad bitches, see my chain and my watch first Niggas comparing us to these other rappers, we gon' see who gon' pop first I got the drip, sauce We ain't playin', get you hit off (Sauce) You see what this drip cost Fifty bands got my wrist frost (It's all froze) I ain't playing with nobody, it's war If you moving hot on the tour (Movin' too hot) My diamonds they shining, they flodge I know that it's pissin' them off I came up from nothing, that's PSA I can't get all this money through TSA If he run up, that's a DOA Gwuapo told me get money and lead the way Yeah I got the drip, sauce Diamonds on me and they pissed off Yeah I got the drip, sauce Hop in the coupe and I dip off, skrrt K Balla still stuntin Off and up in different Porsches You should know he got that Wes Balla be cookin', saucin' But just still be cautious 'Cause he won't give hearts back I'ma fuck up the game and Maybachs No sympathy, you gotta take that They looking hard where my chains at Dare a nigga try to take that (Yeah) These niggas talking through hashtags and be flexing, bitches know where the cash at We rolling up with a pack, God, I get money, KJ told me to stack that We came from nothing what you mad at? I don't pay attention where all the tags at If I want it, man, I grab that, off the music I be making that bag bag Different bottles when you see us, we pull up on niggas, and we got the spot turnt I had to focus on music and give up the scamming 'cause of all of the spots burnt I walk in the spot, nothing but bad bitches, see my chain and my watch first Niggas comparing us to these other rappers, we gon' see who gon' pop first I got the drip, sauce We ain't playin', get you hit off (Sauce) You see what this drip cost Fifty bands got my wrist frost (It's all froze) I ain't playing with nobody, it's war If you moving hot on the tour (Movin' too hot) My diamonds they shining, they flodge I know that it's pissin' them off
Writer(s): Kennedy Noel, Kareem Yousef, Jason George Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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