Sauce Panthers - Sauce Walka

Ooh-wee

(Damn, Quad, this shit bangin')

Soo

I feel disrespectful (Shit)

I might give your brother 30K to set you up, heard he was helpful

My lil' bros got they murders up on the K, Martin Luther, it’s feathers

We got Glocks, but we shootin' Berettas

No Fortnite, we ain’t shootin' for medals

Not Warzone, but we shoot in the ghetto

Tried to take both my hands out the mix, but I’m stuck in this shit,

we’ll be shootin' forever

Tried to save a few wars in the bricks, but they ain’t hearin' shit,

these young niggas is devils

I’m with Shellout and Wood in the Nix, we been down with this shit,

we been bleeding forever

And I been gettin' paid off a bitch, wasn’t raised on this shit,

but I still did it better

Money fight in my city, I’m weather

I be hiding my millions, I’m clever

In my pants is a hundred or better

Any day of the week, I could swear ya

Off a bitch, I ain’t never seen failure

And that I could tell ya, why rap?

I’m rebellious

I be up in the sky with some aliens

I’m a god and you niggas is peasants, human

Pull up in a racecar, zoom, zoomin'

Glock got a switch and drum on it, fft, broom, broomin'

A hundred Blood gangsters, I’m P Newton

I got all the youngins in the street shootin'

Stack another million up and keep movin'

Splashin' on a bitch, it’s the P movement

I ain’t tryna scam with Jimmy Neutron

Fuck I look like tryna barcode a coupon?

Uh, fill his ass in like a Scantron

I’m the big fish, I’ma run it like Antwaan, uh

Young nigga, bitch, you know them bands on

Type of nigga make a bad bitch keep her pants on, uh

Ain’t nan' nigga that I ran from

White bitches love to call me handsome, uh

Blood had Cartier, Lancôme

I just point out the chicks I know she get them bands from

Goofy, all y’all lil' niggas stupid

Ain’t none of my shooters named Cupid

These diamonds, not rubies

I just knocked the lil' bitch, she a cutie

I can fuck and throw some bands on her booty

Wood Winnin ain’t losin'

Bitch, just let the sauce bubble like jacuzzi

We can shoot it out, we all got an Uzi

'Cause they all down to use it

If you bump me, bitch, you better say, «Excuse me»

All that tough shit ain’t never gon' move me

Like hold on, nigga, let me show you what we doin' with them digits

I be flyin' with them birds, ain’t no pigeons

They gon' find him with the fishes

I be in the kitchen standin' by the dishes

Tryna clean the grease all out the kitchen, uh

Naw, straight up, nigga

Sauce Wood Winnin, nigga

Straight up