(Oh-oh-oh) oh-wee
(Oh-oh-oh)
Y'all already know what type of shit I'm on (oh-oh-oh)
Splash (oh-oh-oh)

Fuck the motherfuckin' nonsense
Smack a nigga with a palmed fist
Knock his iPhone out his hand
Drop a sunkist, I'm on mix
Wock and red
This a Glock 40 on me but it's a nine in the head
It shoot both of 'em
I be having modified guns

Transform something, Decepticon
Every day, I'm walkin' with a weapon on
Steppin' on Louis, Gooey, whatever that is
TSF business, Sauce Walka, been that kid, that did
Made a couple million off of that bitch
What's her name? Don't matter, nigga motherfuck the fame
My bitch not Rihanna but these platinum dollars
Put her on a billboard, she'll solve all your problems

Bitch a Genie and you was just a Weenie
Maybach truck, '21, is how you see me
Chrome heart beanie, but I don't got no love
Traphouse after close, we ain't got no drugs
That's how my chest is
Headshot everything in the car
Fuck some vests
Backflip kick, Marshall Law

Off of Tekken, and a weapon
Niggas better duck when I step in
God here, sitting down at churches staying in God's field, respect nigga
It's TSF, 'bout that check nigga
I have a crip with a 30 C walk ya neck nigga
Walk was two years in the game but still a vet, nigga
I done made some broke niggas rich up in the 'jects nigga, real life
Tell me what that struggle feel like

Streets so cold, popsicles don't wanna feel ice
Streets so cold, nigga, life froze from shooting dice
Hit 'em with the nitrogen, he never saw his wife again
He like to win, but be with losers
You wanna play with Tim Duncan or Carlos Boozer?
Like a needle, I maneuver through the haystack
Gettin' money since way back, since 8-Tracks
My momma was breaking tricks for eight racks

Seen so many muscle head niggas shot in the eight pack
Tryna be Damien won't never lift a weight again
Don't shake the pen, and die free
Keep thinking that them lil niggas ain't got none from grease
A lot of good lives is weak when that piece come out
Who really fucking with them wolves when they teeth come out?
All this trauma I received, made my beast come out
Sauce Walka in any city, then the streets come out

On sauce
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Oh-wee (oh-oh-oh)
Oh-wee (oh-oh-oh)

Yeah
Oh-oh-oh, uh
Four honey buns in that red Goyard
Jewelry one of none, the money come, I'ma go on
Never was a bum, the summer come, I'ma show off
Only 63 made one of them in my garage (yes)
My nigga young and dumb, bipolar, he off his Zoloft

He so lost, walk up, head tap, he would stroll off (pum-pum)
Menace like I'm A-Wax, sellin Caine' by the O, Dawg
12 hit the spot, I'm out the window, that's a close call (I'm gon nigga)
I make more in a year than your career pay
And you don't hear me play them radio airwaves
Twin got two straps on him like a pair of Air Rays
The 40 seem like oil shank, get your hair sprayed (wo-wo-wo-woo)

I'm in this bitch, been getting rich for a long minute
Suck me and come up for air, that bitch is long-winded
I got a homie in prison doing a long sentence (free my nigga)
Called in and said, any beat they put you on, kill it (I got you)
Machine ain't mad at you
How you pushing to California through Malibu? (They mad)
Daytona on the wrist shit, you did to unimaginable (they mad)

You did what niggas never fathomed to
Sippin' deli at Diddy house when I'm just passin' through (waddup bro)
I was just doing what I had to do (I had)
I just had to put to work and they think I did somethin' magical (what you think I did?)
I'm from a hood, niggas would leave you for your valuables
(Give me that shit nigga)
Machine, bitch (give me that shit)