[Intro]
This is the end of the road
We got twenty guys here all armed to the teeth, 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***a you can still wake up rich n***a
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***as 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 dick
She got friends in your house riding in your car pulling up on other n***as
You been babysitting three b**hes for three weeks and still ain't got no skrilla
Taking pictures for the instagram with these renegade b**hes stunting hard
Only reason that you got a little money cause your b**h scamming credit cards
That sh** don't get you respect from me
I mind cut your b**hes telepathy
Send a b**h with ya for a week you gave her twenty bands she gave it all to me
You had the b**h 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**h your endorsement money she brought it to me I laughed so ugly
I done got husbands divorcement money for some reason rich n***as wifes love me
Rappers making forty for a show I was making forty for a ho
Seasons barely flow forty fo', fell asleep with the b**h she took your dough
You thought my b**h 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 that b**h like a macho man
Hit the stash brought me a Benz and you'll never ever see this b**h again
You woke up and ran to the elevator
My b**hes ain't stupid when stealing paper
She been gone, different directions, that's a sweet lick no 'nnihilator
Get your sh** together not later
I'm you rap n***as father, Darth Vader
Ain't none of my kids disrespecting me ain't no one you can call to protect from me
[Break]
Lil a** boy
f** is you rap n***as talking bout?
Bragging bout these mothaf**ing [?]
Rapping bout this street sh** n***a you ain't never live by a bus stop in a ghetto corner
n***a f** a deal
[Verse 2]
I apologize to the fans
I ain't been being a business man
I ain't been shaking these n***as hands
I ain't been kissing and kicking cans
I ain't squashing sh** with a rap n***a until we square up or shoot it out
n***as 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 damn
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***a good
I ain't go platinum last year cause I was pimping slanging choppas in the hood
f** the line this a trill spill
Made a half a million no deal
Said f** my whole rap career
Pissed the game off and I'm still here
Ain't no records selling stopping sh**
I'm still buying cars popping sh**
Still buying houses out the b**h
Buying new chains worth a brick
All of a sudden you the big man big man getting extorted like a b**h
You afraid of the big bad wolf you a little red robin b**h
[Outro]
Oooweee!
Ha ha ha
Hey!
On sauce
Hadouken!
On sauce
Fatality!