Sauce Walka I'm Like That Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-wee
Spill me?
It's always like that
(Samurai)
Free Sanchie
Ooh-wee

[Verse 1]
Pour up the drank then
Walk 'round the window 'til you make the car spin
The bitch got a large Benz
She deep in that water, that girl got a shark fin
She work when he park in
He high on that Tony, that bitch tryna hawk him
I'm rockin' that Rakim
This chain on my neck could lift up a whole gym
Why buddy say that he pimpin' when he got a master bedroom at his grannie's?
It ain't no way you out here sellin' panties
Just bought that bullshit car from your auntie
You don't understand me
Awards in these streets, I ain't care 'bout no Grammys
Park on the beach and the Rolls-Royce is sandy
Really stay out in Houston and more in Miami
Pimpin' Street Fighter, Chun-Li in the Camry
[Chorus]
Know that I'm like that
The bitch writin' me, I don't write back
She tryna eat me for a light snack
But I'm tryna charge her them green bags
Yeah, it's okay that that ass fat
Face and that waist snatched, but I done had that
If she ain't puttin cash in a trap sack
Then why she textin' me? I won't text back
Ho, I'm like that
Ho, I'm like that (Ooh-wee)
Yeah, I'm like that (Ayy)
Ho, I'm like that (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
I ain't like none of these suckers, ain't lookin' for duckies Pop out the show, this ho think that we f*ckin'
I'm just tryna see how these push-ups been pumpin'
Splash on a baddie, treat her like she nothin'
Burnt bread in the oven if she don't bring somethin'
Bring me a watch, a chain, a muffin
You with that nigga all day for nothin'?
Out on the yacht gettin' drunk on bubbly
But can't buy a dress from Gucci on sunday
Gucci is cheap, ain't really no money
Drum on the glizzy, frrt, a hundred
Standin' on business, my ankles start thumpin'
Bike poppin' wheelies, might my hurt my achilles, I'm drippin so silly, it really be funny
Wallo and Gillie, my gang worth a milly, still ain't signed a dealy, I been gettin' money
Sauce been to Venus, Canelos, we duckin'
Thump the doctor and told him to tuck it
Sauce got the movement and we not truckin'
Playin' the sports, them sticks out the bucket
[Chorus]
Know that I'm like that
The bitch writin' me, I don't write back
She tryna eat me for a light snack
But I'm tryna charge her them green bags
Yeah, it's okay that that ass fat
Face and that waist snatched, but I done had that
If she ain't puttin cash in a trap sack
Then why she textin' me? I won't text back
Ho, I'm like that
Ho, I'm like that (Ooh-wee)
Yeah, I'm like that (Ayy)
Ho, I'm like that (Ayy, ayy)