sauce be da gang...wateva we pushn dat shit going global...nigas b dissn on tracks really ain't gangsta...da streets gne expose ya...sauce gang be the hottest fukk wat they told ya...blu money army...watch a lil niga push out a brick boy...dont try me I stay wit a stick boy...u neva been real u a decoy...u ain't from the streets u need ta detour...yea dey gone hate but ima shit on em...at a opp funeral wit some expensive on me...blown some pressure I can't let a fukk niga slide...I'm down fa my crew if they wrong or dey right...ain't going out like pussy ima put up a fight...fukk a dead body have u eva been high asz kite...ain't catchn no vibes wit dese lames I'm finna catch me a flight...nigas and bitches ain't feeling me aight...hit gas I know u dont love me aight...ain't neva switchn sides wen it come to beef I dont hide bitch I'm out sliding...fukk whoeva ain't RIDING...dont let me find out u snitching homicide...nigas clout chasing fa fame...I can't get inta dat...had ta stop fukkn witq dese nigas and bitches dey to in love wit da internet...not talkn no money u wasting yo energy...made me some money boosted my energy...ima shoot right where yo feelings at...dese bullets hit u ain't no coming back...fukk dat lil bitch u can have ha back...I'm blown big pressure asthma attack...