Out Gang lyrics

by

Jim Jones


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

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Scoot up in here like a bumper car
I'm drippin' sauce like it's no tomorrow
I whip that gas in my Audemar
I'm pullin' strings like a damn guitar
I'm with pterodactyls in Jurassic Park
I'm cookin' grits if they askin' for it
I'll send a b*tch in a plastic bra
All of my n*ggas got aim
All of my choppers got names
You n*ggas outside the gang
n*gga get out of line, he flamed
He get caught out of bounds, he hanged
Catch him out and I doubt his brains
Right outside of your house, we came
All you did was hide out, you lame, Out Gang

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Splash up on the outs with a K
Send an out n*gga outer space
If I find out he was tryna play
Ridin' out with a baby spray
Got the hitter tied to a shoelace
Your b*tch wanna see what my jewels taste
I'm too busy changin' that cruise taste
Yeah I pour a pint every day
I be drinkin' eights like Smart Water
n*ggas say lean 'posed to make you go to sleep
But it make me drip harder
I just f*cked on a weird b*tch in LA that act with Will Smith's daughter
I could make Selena Gomez break Justin Bieber like a pimp taught her
While you was savin' for your first chain, n*gga, I was probably on my fifth order
You old n*ggas still think y'all could play out the game, y'all ain't Vince Carter
Your defense ain't nothin' to me
I step back and Harden for three
Just like Harden I'm saucin' your P
In the streets, on me (Ooh-wee, drip)
[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Scoot up in here like a bumper car
I'm drippin' sauce like it's no tomorrow
I whip that gas in my Audemar
I'm pullin' strings like a damn guitar
I'm with pterodactyls in Jurassic Park
I'm cookin' grits if they askin' for it
I'll send a b*tch in a plastic bra
All of my n*ggas got aim
All of my choppers got names
You n*ggas outside the gang
n*gga get out of line, he flamed
He get caught out of bounds, he hanged
Catch him out and I doubt his brains
Right outside of your house, we came
All you did was hide out, you lame, Out Gang

[Verse 2: BG Kenny Lou]
Scoot up and pop like a pimple
All these cookies, smoke clouding my mental
Someone's toolie just tucked in the rental
We gon' scoot up and blow like a missile
They can't common sense you, I know that I hit you
Bet a hundred that Spray-co gon' lift you
It blow like a whistle, them people gon' miss you
Send a n*gga ass home, okay
Up, up, and away, like an early dismissal
Might Judge Judy VLONE today
So my drip is up, gotta keep me a pistol
Like a pimp, keep my ho on my hip
Cuffin' that b*tch like a new pair of scissors
We don't sleep when it's war over here
Tryna creep and then reap the lil' son of a n*gga
I'm glad I went chose me a roll over n*ggas
And I'm on the road but I'm not on no jigga
Stay to myself, not a role model figure
'Cause I love to ride, love to jugg and tote pistols
f*ck the other side, we gotta slide on them n*ggas
I'm the one scootin' up in the streets
I'm the cook if they callin' it beef
f*ck the smoke, b*tch, we want all the grease
They deceased, I'm winning, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Scoot up in here like a bumble car
I'm drippin' sauce like it's no tomorrow
I whip that gas in my Audemar
I'm pullin' strings like a damn guitar
I'm with pterodactyls in Jurassic Park
I'm cookin' grits if they askin' for it
I'll send a b*tch in a plastic bra
All of my n*ggas got aim
All of my choppers got names
You n*ggas outside the gang
n*gga get out of line, he flamed
He get caught out of bounds, he hanged
Catch him out and I doubt his brains
Right outside of your house, we came
All you did was hide out, you lame, Out Gang
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