Sunstroke

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sauce Money] Five star General spit, hush them niggas I star, why even discuss them niggas? By far, I'm the shit, flush them niggas Fuck them niggas, I'ma crush them niggas Chrome heater, street sweeper Gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter 12-shot 9 now, one of my new pets And when these twins squeeze, it sounds like duets Nigga, burn, yeah, my fam learn to earn We got shit locked, with no key holes to turn Platinum Navigator, easy when you earn a buck It's like a big fuckin' beeper when you turn it up Shit vibratin' Hoes titties bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit – bitch, try waitin' Straight to the telly, huh, Sauce got angles to hit Billboard's triangles and shit [Verse 2: Geda K] And who's Geda? The Don Juan for you Don Con's In the double-9 Yukon, tote two arms From Brooknam 'till death do And I bet you, when I spit shots they connect to dead you Lil' monkeys postin' for wreck They get trapped up and extorted for your toast and your vest I'm no joke, so laugh and be laughin' to death And if you think it's so simple, you'll be gassed and then left It's the game tight nigga, chain two below I'm a gigolo, mami – the fame I ain't fo' The foes I don't hate, hoes I don't chase Henny I drink straight, my money is big faced For you small change niggas who playin' to ball I got six digits now, what you playin' it for? I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the shit don't stop Steppin' up to the top 'bout to have shit locked [Hook: Sauce Money] You want hits? We got hits, nothin' but the hot hits Once it drop, everybody's topless (Sun stroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches You want hits? We got hits, nothin' but the hot hits Once it drop, everybody's topless (Sun stroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches [Verse 3: Wais P] My Automatic Stouts be off balance Gun with the silence Outta state, mad mileage Your crew wild, but we the wildest Switch my trigger finger often to prevent a calus For me, many men hold malice, I react with violence Since we tryin' to double the dough, we double the sins Even the gats is double now, lookin' like fraternal twins The rap killings be serial The Feds tried to link Da Ranjahz to the crime through the use of genetic material I'm takin' all bets, who want it? Wais, hard to touch, weavin' shit like Prince Naseem Hamed The flow is 10 karat and your lyrics is poor, Big Horse Plus you walk like your salad's been tossed Smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold that's stolen Straight haul off and smack a nigga just for posin' Bleed Hennessy, rhyme like there's ten of me So you remember me, every verse I'm on should be considered a felony [Verse 4: Haph Dead] Why the fuck niggas be hatin'? I don't even know Niggas need to go ahead with them outdated flows Da Ranjahz cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch like Hurricane Mitch Fuck the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and another whip Ghetto cracked out on some other shit Style switch, leave the whole city dark like the mothership Ya'll know the Haph, I hold the 9 with the rubber grip Seen less, ya'll re-imported by the government If I wasn't rappin', I'd be on the corners bubblin' Doublin' my cream on a triple beam Instead I keep the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide us Not even riches, not even bitches Look now, niggas of the world stay paintin' pictures Of the inner-city realness Who can relate? Roll a fat one and feel this We put it down [Hook: Sauce Money] You want hits? We got hits, nothin' but the hot hits Once it drop, everybody's topless (Sun stroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches You want hits? We got hits, nothin' but the hot hits Once it drop, everybody's topless (Sun stroke) Hennessey shots and fly bitches (Gun smoke) The enemies plot on my riches