Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song N 2 Dat , by - Sauce Walka. Release date: 11.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
N 2 Dat |
| JRag on the beat |
| Know what I’m talkin' 'bout, ooh-wee |
| Ghetto Gospel, nigga |
| Hop off the blue bird and start smashin' shit |
| Nigga got to the pen, I was thrashin' shit |
| I was bustin' big store, I was havin' shit |
| I had hoes on my books, I ain’t ask for shit |
| Kept a blade in my boots, on some stabbin' shit |
| Niggas gay in this bitch, on some grabbin' shit |
| I was doin push-ups, on some savage shit |
| Nigga got out the pen and I grabbed the bitch |
| Made my first hundred thousand off Africans |
| My ho is white as a napkin |
| And she get paid off of travelin' |
| I’m throwin' sauce like a javelin, look at the pad I’m in, livin' extravagant |
| Once we know you a snitch you can’t trap again |
| Once we know you a bitch you get slapped again |
| My lil' bro broke his wrist in that glass again |
| I told that nigga stop doin' that |
| Go get you a bitch and be through with that |
| Tryna whip up a brick, she work two with that |
| And these boots I got on got the Gucci patch |
| My belt Gucci too, so that Gucci match |
| I walked out of court in some Gucci slacks |
| Then broke on a bitch in a Gucci hat |
| When I bought all them chains they said Gucci back |
| I got white bitches slangin' that coochie back |
| Bitch, I’m a dog, I eat Scooby Snacks |
| And I’m stuck in the beat like a booby trap |
| Bitch I grew out my hair just to lose the cap |
| I took a pint on the cruise and nap |
| I knock the P, make him lose his trap |
| He couldn’t sleep, he on Google Maps |
| Got in a race and start losin' laps |
| Nigga see me, he salty, don’t give no daps |
| Better stay off this smoke 'fore my Glock relapse |
| And you end up on somebody’s shirt perhaps |
| Know what I’m sayin' |
| Ooh-wee |
| Spray-cos, AR’s, and choppers, we into that |
| Making hundreds off boppers, we into that |
| Peelin' off on the coppers, we into that |
| We ain’t ducking no squabbles, we into that |
| Sendin' hits on our problems, we into that |
| We like sticks and revolvers, we into that |
| Can’t find you, hit your mama, we into that, yeah, we into that |
| AR’s, Spray-cos, and choppers, we into that |
| Makin' hundreds off models, we into that |
| Peelin' off on the coppers, we into that |
| We ain’t ducking no squabbles, we into that |
| Sending hits on our problems, we into that |
| We like sticks and revolvers, we into that |
| Can’t find you, hit your mama, we into that, yeah, we into that |
| Ooh-wee, ooh-wee |
| Ooh-wee |