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