Huh Mane - Sauce Walka & 44 Mike Deezy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Sauce Walka & 44 Mike Deezy

Huh Mane

277

Hip-Hop/Rap

Huh Mane was released on March 28, 2025 by The Sauce Familia as a part of the album Huh Mane - Single

Song Details

AlbumHuh Mane - Single

Release DateMarch 28, 2025

LabelThe Sauce Familia

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM139

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Sauce Walka

Performer

44 Mike Deezy

Performer

Jrag 2x

Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Sauce Walka

Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]

That boy done

Okay, okay (JRag, what you cookin' up?)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (Oohwee, oohwee, oohwee)

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (The biggest, oohwee, the biggest, oohwee)

Oohwee

Splash (Oohwee)

[Chorus]

Heavy-ass boots got my big toe hurtin'

We can't talk to buddy on the phone, bro workin'

Cyber short bus, thought I was a slow person

Broke lil' mama heart, got lil' baby soul searchin'

Really kickin' pimpin', huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Really got them bitches checkin' chicken, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Half a million in the kitchen, fifties, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Way too many bullets in this pistol, John Wayne (Huh, mane?)

[Verse 1]

Gilgeous-Alexander, she from Oklahoma State

Thought she was a baker how lil' baby holdin' cake

My name is not Justin, but I'm tryna Timberlake

You call, she disgusted, and she hung up in your face

Feds had you snitchin' on your ****, huh, mane?

Nah, don't pull up to the studio, don't come around, mane

Tryna jeopardize this drippin', leave you underground, mane

But my splatters never nervous, never make a sound, mane

It be automatic, pourin' up in traffic

I-45, Houston Rockets, Dallas Mavericks

What you haters know 'bout half a million wrapped in plastic?

'Nother million dollars cold cash in the attic

(We holdin', you ain't havin', oohwee)

[Chorus]

Heavy-ass boots got my big toe hurtin' (Woo)

We can't talk to buddy on the phone, bro workin' (Woo)

Cyber short bus, thought I was a slow person (Hey)

Broke lil' mama heart, got lil' baby soul searchin' (Okay)

Really kickin' pimpin', huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Really got them bitches checkin' chicken, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Half a million in the kitchen, fifties, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Way too many bullets in this pistol, John Wayne (Huh, mane? 'Scuse me)

[Verse 2]

Tony Stark's the color of my car, I threw some D's on it

If you wanna get down with this drippin', it's a fee on it

I be in the Southside with Bun B, yeah, that's my big homie

He really be chillin', but get active, boy, so you don't want it

And you know when you-know-who come home, you get swept right in corners

So you better lay down and stay down

You get back up, we gon' knock your ass back down (Woo)

Never been the one to play the background

I'm front street, I'm the one with the four-pound (Woo)

**** tuck tail when I come 'round

I'm big dog, when I bark, I'm gon' bite down (Rrr)

Button on the back make a K sound

**** be dead than a bitch at the playground (Woo)

Was a big mouth, now his ass lay face down

Should've stayed quiet, now his ass is an out now ('Scuse me)

[Chorus]

Heavy-ass boots got my big toe hurtin' (Woo, don't abuse me)

We can't talk to buddy on the phone, bro workin' (Woo)

Cyber short bus, thought I was a slow person (Hey)

Broke lil' mama heart, got lil' baby soul searchin' (Okay)

Really kickin' pimpin', huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Really got them bitches checkin' chicken, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Half a million in the kitchen, fifties, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)

Way too many bullets in this pistol, John Wayne (Huh, mane?)

Written by: Sauce Walka

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