102z lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Walka]
Ooh-wee
(JRag on the beat)
Ooh-wee

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
I be with street n*ggas
I'm used to choppin' shells on the beat, n*gga (sh*t)
I don't repeat, n*gga
I spend another hundred every week, n*gga
I'm with the grease, n*gga
I got detergent on me as we speak, n*gga
Sauce on my feet, n*gga
I be in Bathing Ape like it's cheap, n*gga
Sancho delete n*ggas
I get a n*gga murdered for the free, n*gga
I'ma defeat n*ggas
I'm with the killin' grannies, I'm a G, n*gga
All them delete n*ggas
I served you magic, lift him off feet, n*gga
How you deplete n*ggas?
Spent a whole quarter million on some beef, n*gga
I'm with the demonstration
I'm tryna see my opps get decapitated
Rappers be fabricating
sh*t hit the sky, man, y'all stop procrastinating (Ooh-wee)
[Verse 2: El Trainn]
Chopsticks came with a di*k on it
Million-dollar play and a n*gga put a b*tch on it (Ooh)
And a b*tch run it back like Devin Hester
My pockets on swole like Brock Lesnar
I'll kick a n*gga ass like Shane Lechler
I don't give a f*ck 'bout your vendetta
I'm the type get the b*tch, make her do better
You the type get the b*tch, then you lose cheddar
I'm the type make the ho trip any weather
You the type take the ho out to eat at Cheddar's
I ain't got time for a dinner date
I'ma drip on a b*tch in Bathing Ape
Once a n*gga trip, I'ma put him on display
Rollin' through your hood, I get it brackin' in the broad day
Yellow stones in my ear, lemonade
Keep a cutter on my side, not a switchblade
Y'all n*ggas slimes, b*tch-made
TSF business, lil' n*gga, we been paid
I'm wreckin' b*tches for riches, no time for a renegade, on sauce

[Verse 3: Peso Peso]
These n*ggas got problems, we scoot up with cutters
I been drippin', I be leavin' a puddle
Alexander McQueen, I be clean like a bubble
At the trap spot, it's just me and my buddies
n*gga play with the sauce, I scoot up with TECs
I just seen a slime n*gga wearin' a dress
I'm out of town, n*gga, where is the meds?
I'm strapped up, got a MAC tucked
n*gga play with this sh*t, he gon' end up dead
The opps seen us at the store and they fled
Old scary-ass n*ggas don't want no playin'
I'm ridin' with Glocks, FNs, and choppers
I'm mixin' the Off-White with Versace
I know it sound brazy, but n*gga, I'm drippin'
Pull up to the trap if you need a prescription
These n*ggas are rats, these n*ggas police
These n*ggas are sad, these n*ggas are weak
I drip and I splash every time that I walk
I drip and I splash every time that I talk
We sittin' on leather, you touch one feather
No question, we splash up and knockin' you off
Real trap n*gga, I got bricks in my wall
And I got a whole army of shooters on call (Blah)