WALK UP

Uh-uh
You know I gave em the sauce
I dont need no stylist, lil ***** I be sauced up
Im fresh as **** on the walk up
You wan be a boss? Best believe its gon cost ya
Gas, bags, Im smokin caution
Good **** from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin (Uh-uh)
Broke boys make me sick, I get nauseous (Ugh)
When I hear a broke ***** talkin
Fat ass, she look like a Barbie (Thot, thot)
Pop a Perc 10 and *** * til Im exhausted (Uh)
We really slide, no talkin
My lil homie gon hit, he got lit when he caught em
Wanna see Stunna, send me a deposit (Uh-uh)
They thought I was Nick, we wildin
She say she dont 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 (Know I caught it)
She gave it to me, you bought it
Going out sad, lil buddy you lost it
I put, I put them diamonds up under the faucet
Two Glocks on the dresser, two sticks in the closet
We fishtail his whip with that fye, then park it
I nail a lil *****, they say Im a target
If you want some smoke then place your order
Lil freak told me Im hot in Florida
Ass shaped like a peach, that ***** from Georgia
I dont know her name, I just call her gorgeous
My little *****s want bodies, they scorin (They scorin)
Hit you block in the foreign and floor it (Skrr)
Rich youngin took off, he soarin
I pull up, pop the whip in the hood and leave the engine roarin (Vroom)
Im too important (Im too important)
***** play with me and get violent (Im gang)
Wont talk, Im keepin it silent (Shhh)
That lil beef ****, get me excited, swervin (Swerve)
Me, Jefe in Thailand, late night
I jumped in that water like a great white (Uh)
My lil hittas scrape right (Yeah)
Big dawg, I got irons for the guys when I got my cake right (On gang)
You know I gave em the sauce
I dont need no stylist, lil ***** I be sauced up
Im fresh as **** on the walk up
You wan be a boss? Best believe its gon cost ya
Gas, bags, Im smokin caution
Good **** from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous (Ugh)
When I hear a broke * **** talkin (When I hear a broke ***** talkin)
On Insta, on that *****, he gon say he a killer
I aint never shot **** with that gun in them pictures
***** reach for this **** round my neck, he a victim (Come here)
Go read about it (Read about it), no dissing, its smoke?
Lets clear it, Im tryna see about em
The bush Im not bout to beat around it (No)
Catch a ***** in person beat the **** up out em (Come on)
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 and sound (Uh)
Tryna ride my wave and drown (Uh)
Come get you a verse and some pounds
Say its up, he get hit with a hundred rounds (Ra-ra-ra-ra )
You know I gave em the sauce
I dont need no stylist, lil ***** I be sauced up
Im fresh as **** on the walk up
You wan be a boss? Best believe its gon cost ya
Gas, bags, Im smokin caution
Good **** from the West, hurt my chest got me coughin
Broke boys make me sick I get nauseous
When I hear a broke ***** talkin (When I hear a broke ***** talkin)
Shut the **** up