(You undersplash me)
(Oowe)
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe)
Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe
I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats
Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Oowe) (Drip!)
I got the recipe
These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe)
Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe
I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats
Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Drip!)
I got the recipe
[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
My soda is medicated
My chopper is decorated
I'm splashing diamonds on bracelets
We went and tatted our faces
Just to show that we done made it
I ain't drop music in seven months, but I'm on top of ya playlists
I ain't drop music in seven months, but I'm still ballin like Baby
But I'm still ballin like baby, you niggas tall as yall baby ballin
I bought a rari and that bitch growlin
I po'ed a pint on it then hit New Orleans
I ate some shrimp cooked on bourbon street
I broke a bitch off of bourbon street
She was lucky, she my favorite servant
Tryna find her purpose now she work the streets
You was nervous, geeked on perkies
Told her game that's worthless, now she work for me
She goin make a nigga hurt for me
Lace them heals up and twerk for me
She never wanna lose me certainly
Boy a desert ain't deserting me
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe)
Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe
I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats
Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Oowe) (Drip!)
I got the recipe
These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe)
Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe
I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats
Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Drip!)
I got the recipe
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Big Bun, I'm a big nigga
Keepin big heat with a big trigger
Got a squad gang, and Imma wig splitter
Put a couple holes in your hillfiger
Been trill, and ain't talkin bout clothes
Never take shit off of niggas or hoes
Still come down on candy and vogues
Fif and the grill slammin cadillac doors
Always get chose cause they still choose
Haters talk down but they will lose
Disrespect me you gon feel blues
That's not that fake, boy that's real news
Cause these are the facts homie
You make a play, you get taxed homie
I'm keepin nothing but racks on me
And they sittin taller than Shaq homie
We getting bread like we Sunbeam
Shining so hard, you need sun screen
Wanna be down, we need something green
If you gon be on Walka and Bun's team
Haters talk down, yeah they stressin me
You will never get the best of me
Play with yo life if you testing me
Cause niggas know I got the recipe
I got the recipe
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe)
Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe
I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats
Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Oowe) (Drip!)
I got the recipe
These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe)
Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe
I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats
Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Drip!)
I got the recipe
(Nomtombout) (You undersplash me) (Oowe) [Hook: Sauce Walka] These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe) Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Oowe) (Drip!) I got the recipe These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe) Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Drip!) I got the recipe [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] My soda is medicated My chopper is decorated I'm splashing diamonds on bracelets We went and tatted our faces Just to show that we done made it I ain't drop music in seven months, but I'm on top of ya playlists I ain't drop music in seven months, but I'm still ballin like Baby But I'm still ballin like baby, you niggas tall as yall baby ballin I bought a rari and that bitch growlin I po'ed a pint on it then hit New Orleans I ate some shrimp cooked on bourbon street I broke a bitch off of bourbon street She was lucky, she my favorite servant Tryna find her purpose now she work the streets You was nervous, geeked on perkies Told her game that's worthless, now she work for me She goin make a nigga hurt for me Lace them heals up and twerk for me She never wanna lose me certainly Boy a desert ain't deserting me [Hook: Sauce Walka] These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe) Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Oowe) (Drip!) I got the recipe These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe) Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Drip!) I got the recipe [Verse 2: Bun B] Big Bun, I'm a big nigga Keepin big heat with a big trigger Got a squad gang, and Imma wig splitter Put a couple holes in your hillfiger Been trill, and ain't talkin bout clothes Never take shit off of niggas or hoes Still come down on candy and vogues Fif and the grill slammin cadillac doors Always get chose cause they still choose Haters talk down but they will lose Disrespect me you gon feel blues That's not that fake, boy that's real news Cause these are the facts homie You make a play, you get taxed homie I'm keepin nothing but racks on me And they sittin taller than Shaq homie We getting bread like we Sunbeam Shining so hard, you need sun screen Wanna be down, we need something green If you gon be on Walka and Bun's team Haters talk down, yeah they stressin me You will never get the best of me Play with yo life if you testing me Cause niggas know I got the recipe I got the recipe [Hook: Sauce Walka] These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe) Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Oowe) (Drip!) I got the recipe These bitches is stressing me, these diamonds impressing me (Oowe) Every rapper wanna drip flavor like a twin, cause I got the recipe I remember riding blue bird to the pen, now I roll on leather seats Knocked the bitch playing top golf on I-10 in Maison Margiela feet (Drip!) I got the recipe Explain Request ×
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