Sauce
York$ta
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Ash before u pass Crack a smile no laugh The world been at my fingers Which point am I at? Stuck inside of myself I'm dying I need help From laying wit all these leaches Never solo when I'm sleeping Either my main or I'm creeping Even when I'm by myself I got Nina by my belt And I be gone off the xans Feel asleep wit it still on me F*ck around and almost Caught a homi on me... Homie Suicidle my thoughts Hit the black til I caugh Still spray u niggaz like off Then spend 3 weeks at a loft I'm Johnny cage in shade Lu Kane wit the Jays Scorpion wit a squorpio I'm the Don the you jus Fredo Ima Dob you a kango I'm like Pac Skrill was Kano I caught a jugg at a jugg Met a plug wit a plug And Thug wit the thugs Shit if it's love then it's love We make it does what it does And we shoot just because Then where the f*ck we get guns Jus like we trap jus because Then whee the f*ck we get drugs Micheal Jordan shoulder shrug Spilling ashes on the rug Backwoods bubble bath I got ashes in the tub I be boolin wit my Brodie's But no I'm not a blood Sauced up shoes dripping Like I walked straight thru the mud Cuz I really really did Yea I really really did 6 feet I'm dead fresh Can u really really dig I was trapping f*ck a gig I was trapping tryna live Until my homie got bumped And I fronted him some shit And he had mine too So I lost times 2 But what the f*ck I'm post to do He coulda sent me up the river Without a paddle nor canoe Shit I coulda been through And I'm jus ride'n off the xanny Tryna get her out her panties Waddup aye waddup aye waddup And I'm jus ride'n off the xanny Tryna get her out her... I like to the lean when I'm coasting I sat the lean on a coaster Backwoods what I'm Rollin They jus be playing the game We been there Now we coaching To FaceTime wit a foreign To drop tops wit a Lauren While I'm twisting my floral I just tell her to floor it The normal never formal Sneakers and geekers Leave the rap shit to the pros The fans in the bleachers I just hit another 3 Watch the crowd cheer for me The celebration short lived Cuz I need another 3 And A wol jus came home Ima need sum more tree No my nigga can't smoke I brought the drugs in just for me Got a nigga trippin out Man he act just like my g Long live my nigga Jermz Until I join you rest in peace Cuz when I do We gone summoned up a breeze And put a part in every sea I been over niggaz heads Like the dreads on me Now got u niggaz watching Like the Feds on me If they is I'll be fresh as f*ck Handle' my biz My only words free my pops If they ever snatch the kid Sandstone Minnesota Wit my pops until it's ova Rest in peace my nigga Skrill One time for mr soda And if I'm wit my nigga Illa Bet my cup be runneth ova Ion even drink like that Baby sitting smoking doja Flicking ashes off a backwood Sippin Henny wit da cola Til the room start spinning See this why I hate mixing Got a nigga straight tripping First I start to slur my words Now it's fucking wit my vision Let me put this cup down F*ck nigga what now Juggin off a half a pound Shoot a box And bust it down Them digits going up now
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