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[intro]
this is the end of the road
we got twenty guys here all armed to the t–th, we got you surrounded
we never said we were gonna play fair
why don’t ya give it up kid
everybody’s a tough guy
ok have it your way
get him boys

[sauce walka]
know what i’m talking bout young splash here
i don’t care how many times you went to sleep broke n-gga you can still wake up rich n-gga
you just gotta make them dreams come true

[verse 1]
i got the seasonin’ and i am the reason every song got soulja boy flavor in it
i remember n-ggas trapping and drug dealing now everybody pimping
but really they sipping and really tripping
you ain’t getting paid off of women
bought her shoes and then payed her rent but she ain’t never come and pay you for that d-ck
she got friends in your house riding in your car pulling up on other n-ggas
you been babysitting three b-tches for three weeks and still ain’t got no skrilla
taking pictures for the instagram with these renegade b-tches stunting hard
only reason that you got a little money cause your b-tch scamming credit cards
that sh-t don’t get you respect from me
i mind cut your b-tches telepathy
send a b-tch with ya for a week you gave her twenty bands she gave it all to me
you had the b-tch at your momma’s house even had dinner that was so sweet
gave her tickets to your ball game just to see you play gave her front seat
you gave my b-tch your endors-m-nt money she brought it to me i laughed so ugly
i done got husbands divorcement money for some reason rich n-ggas wifes love me
rappers making forty for a show i was making forty for a ho
caesar’s palace fortieth floor, fell asleep with the b-tch she took your dough
you thought my b-tch was your biggest fan
she played you good with the biggest plan
she took the watch that was for your hand
she took your bag and took all your bands
you was on perkys and popping xans
doing it big like a macho man
hit the stash brought me a benz and you’ll never ever see this b-tch again
you woke up and ran to the elevator
my b-tches ain’t stupid when stealing paper
she been gone, different directions, that’s a sweet l!ck no now and later
get your sh-t together not later
i’m you rap n-ggas father, darth vader
ain’t none of my kids disrespecting me ain’t no one you can call to protect from me

[break]
lil -ss boy
f-ck is you rap n-ggas talking bout?
bragging bout these mothaf-cking [?]
rapping bout this street sh-t n-gga you ain’t never live by a bus stop in a ghetto corner
n-gga f-ck a deal

[verse 2]
i apologize to the fans
i ain’t been being a business man
i ain’t been shaking these n-ggas hands
i ain’t been kissing and kicking cans
i ain’t squashing sh-t with a rap n-gga until we square up or shoot it out
n-ggas think they safe cause a bodyguard on sauce i’ll smack em out
get a rapper shot in the club while he throwing money at his favorite spot
my youngins is dumb they don’t give a d-mn
they’ll hit you and get right on instagram
they move with my car right before i pay ’em
i give a look and a n-gga good
i ain’t go platinum last year cause i was pimping slanging choppas in the hood
f-ck the line this a trill spill
made a half a million no deal
said f-ck my whole rap career
p-ssed the game off and i’m still here
ain’t no records selling stopping sh-t
i’m still buying cars popping sh-t
still buying houses out the b-tch
buying new chains worth a brick
all of a sudden you the big man big man getting extorted like a b-tch
you afraid of the big bad wolf you a little red robin b-tch

[outro]
oooweee!
ha ha ha
hey!
on sauce
hadouken!
on sauce
fatality!

- sauce walka

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