Chorus
You want to talk sh**
You want to run your mouth
Westside til we die n***a f** the south
Verse 1
They call me sauce cause my flames hot
They know I keep a burner on me
Slap that b*tch up
Ike and Tina turner on me
I'm not your hommie hommie
You can buy a lot a fake sh** go glizzy on me
But nan n***a gone jack me in my city go meek Milly on me
You was talking before
But you ain't never pop nothing
Judge ask you to testify you say you saw something
Until I walked in to set it and start busting n***a
Chorus 2
Verse 2
Now I grew up around gorilla n***as known to tote uzis
I know the wa*k a cha cha I studied Bruce Lee movies
I'm a young dream chaser out the woods of Mississippi
She say she ain't want it
Well damn that girl trippy
Free my n***a bobby shmurda the judge know he's a victim
A victim to this f**ed up world and the system
They thought I was done until I cuffed some
The police tried to shut me down but I'm still gone cuff some
Chorus 3