RIP Pokey Freestyle (Screwed)

Lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Walka] (Chamberlain, he's got it) Know what I'm saying? Spill me? Gohan say, how I do it? I'm trippin' Free Train [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] My hand full of water Every day, I'm walkin' with the rock, Sean Carter Nation in my hands, on the team, I'm the starter Maybach parked outside, lookin' harder Shoot like Harden Bitch steady dodgin' with that Hellcat Niggas snitching on they own mans, get them cells back I was a young nigga in a treesh, tryna sell crack 'Til a bitch came with the bread and that ass fat Fuck that How did I do it? Got to it like fluid TSF be the business, in the city, we the movement Niggas know I don't play when it coe to them birdies Frrt, they gon' fly with them switchеs, you heard me? That's a war I'ma start, AR in the car Sip Barrе, TSF business, write it on the jar Lil' bitch, why you callin'? Don't you see me in that black Maybach crawlin'? Standin' in the middle of the gym, just ballin' Drippin' on I-10 in the Benz to New Orleans Sippin' on that syrup, mix the lean, it got me hollerin' Feelin' liek a wolf, I'm in the woods until the morning Know that splicker on me, South Side big homie Ain't no question that Nigga touch a feather on my birds, then we stretchin' that [Verse 2: Sauce Wood Winnin] Let 'em throw a play up in the air, you know I'm catchin' that Big dog Wood, I'm big dog, you know I'm fetchin' that Niggas play, we stretchin' that, I'm up in the trap though I ain't even trippin', I move shit like a chat though I be runnin' shit around this bitch, I'm like a lap though I ain't even playin', I'm comin' straight up off my cap, ho Big Wood, H Town, South Side, keep it live I ain't even trippin', I got a fifty piece right in my outh Sauce Wood drippin' all trhough the streets, I'm out the Springs Poured up a four, I'm— We call that shit some lean Yeah, I'm goin' off the head, never scared, stripes on me, I ain't Fred I don't give a fuck what a bitch nigga tried to said Tried to say, I don't play, bitch, I'm out of DA I run up on you with these things and blow your ass away These fans on me, these bands on me, bitch, I'm poppin' You run up, nigga, and everything about you stoppin' That mean your heart, that mean your brain, that mean everything you live I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm out that motherfuckin' VIlle That's that South Side, South Sill for Lil' RIP to Podina, I just shed a fuckin' tear Seen that shit up on my— [Outro: Sauce Wood Winnin] Hold up, man