Ring Around the Rosie lyrics

(Scream)

[Intro]
Splash, Splash, Splash
Sauce, Sauce Sauce
Glizzy, Glizzy Glizzy
Sos, Sos, Sosa
Damn, Drip Splash
OWHEEE!!!

[Hook: Sauce Walka]
(Damn), Ring Around The Rosie
All my younguns selling ossie (Trap)
And you know it's f*ck the Police
b*tch pay me what you owe me (Pay a Pimp)

Ring Around the Rosie
I'm a young f*cking OG
Motherf*ck the police
Yea b*tch pay the fee

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Ring Around the Rosie
I got game like Kobe
Boy you know that ain't a Rollie
You a goddamn jabroni
What's your name?
It doesn't matter
My b*tch a model, space, I call her Saturn
My youngns in the kitchen wippin' batter
I just sent a b*tch to Louisiana
She gone break a trick on Bourbon
Sipping codine I'm swerving
She gone pay me for this learning
Yea I'm a teacher
Naw, really n*gga I'm a preacher
You heard No Features, all my n*ggas creatures
All I got to do is make a phone call n*gga
BLLLRRRR, They great you
Get your b*tch ass disconnected
Keep your hands away from my necklace
Drippin' sauce deep down in the heart of Texas
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Sauce Glizzy, Checkin' In
b*tch I just landed in Splashtown
Happy as f*ck I was in them trenches]
I came up, I'm making them mad now
20 snowbunnies sippin, 'ac
I'm Used to Pulling my mask down
This right here, they ain't never seen it
Like "Money May" verses Pacquiao
Glizzy, Glizzy, I'm too official
All the real n*ggas f*ck with me
Tommy Gun, and a Mac chicken
Give a b*tch n*gga buck 50
Hand me the scissors cut off some n*ggas
Mainly ones who grew up with me
Cause n*ggas told me they were stuck with me
And b*tch n*ggas they didn't bust with me
I put on my hood, just like I should
You n*ggas can't come to my neck of the woods
I got the flavor, I don't win no gators
My hoe she looking oh so macon good
Texas state hoe like to smoke on my bud
But she don't know how to roll a backwood
I'll bring your b*tch over after the club
And she'll suck my di*k while I count all these dubs
[Verse 3: Sosamann]
Yea b*tch you gotta pay the fee
And all these fake ass n*ggas they so make believe
My b*tch look like Maybelline and she rock Cellene
And all these f*ck n*ggas lying, they ain't from the streets
Double Sos, Going H.A.M
In the kitchen, cooking yams
I just sold 1,000 grams
And I'm kicking sh*t Jackie Chan
Sosamann cooler than a fan
Stones in my Rolex do the dance
Ohh, the Margarita
Young n*gga cool but I'm hot like I gotta fever
Double Sauce used to cop it by the needle
Hit the dot, tatted up like a tree
Where he at, there he go, boy I see him
Boom, Boom, man I wouldn't wanna be him
And f*ck the police, yea they know me
It's the same n*gga that serve dope fiends in a foreign 3
And I still sip a lot of codeine
I'M SAUCE!

[Hook]