Sauce Walka Im Workin On It
Twenty thousand blue hundreds fresh off a Delta plane
After a bitch gave me her money I never felt the same
Supreme high-top red Nikes around Chanel-ish range
Brand new, never felt the rain, I'm clean up in this dirty game
I lost my brain, I lost my mind, I lost my focus
Some niggas touched my skin, they disappeared, Hocus Pocus
Just as the rock drops from the glass, I been the dopest
Just as some paper fills up a bag, I filled the storage
My baby belles'll never search for porridge
Walker Ranger'd around Texas for that money, black Chuck Norris
Bought a Maybach NASCAR, black Jeff Gordon
But I still know people that's struggling so that ain't important
But how can I help you from struggling if you don't really want it?
Just know for certain, homie, it wasn't free, we working, homie
Tryna reevaluate my ego, I been working on it
Tryna see bitches as equal people, I been working on it
But I can't say that's gon' work, but I'm working on it
Open up my Instagram, bitches twerking on it
Bitches love to say that they DM filled with thirsters on it
But all you post is lemonade, so, bitch what was your purpose on it, you really lonely
In your mind, you think you fed a bony
Finessing pictures until you found a doctor before they pick up on it
Showing off them angles, you ain't that bad, oh that's slick, lil pony
And even if you is [?], that don't mean shit, lil pony
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