Stake Sauce

Coke Wave
Damn
Uh, yeah
Coke wavy season
Boss Don, French
Let's go

Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday
In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play

I got that

Uh, yeah
Coke wavy season
Boss Don, French
Let's go

Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday
In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play

I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Got that Cliquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice
I was born and raised in the ghetto
(Born and raised baby)

Yeah
I'm heavy B, cock that Desert E
Crusing in that Beamer like I'm 70
20 miles an hour in a 50 zone just so you can see me go
My mayo right, lookin' at all that tailpipe
Put it up on that scale right, bet it come back Even Steves
These bitches best believe in me
When I tell em
"Baby let me take you out this ghetto that you livin' in"
Biggaveli bout his Benjamins, send em in
Make em suck and fuck them dicks, lately I don't trust them tricks
Hit me up, let's stay the night, pimpin' was my way of life
Slippin' and I paid the price
Left my bitch alone and let her roam
She's a thousand miles away from home
Sittin' with this guilt tryna cope the pain
Milk, tryna rope the game
Record labels is now focusing
On the weak shit y'all provide so my son for he can listen to
Bigga speak the truth, I ain't dissin' you, listen boo

Yeah, I'm in that ghetto everyday
And ever since this little beef I tote that metal everyday
In the industry till the ghetto look at me, ask "What's wave?"
Baby so come and play

I got that Henny mixed with Coke
Got that Cliquot mixed with ice
They just put me on the line, and my freethrow lookin' nice
I was born and raised in the ghetto

Hit him if he actin' up, bread I be stackin' up
Work I be baggin' up, homie that's what I do
Young boys duckin' feds, niggas comin' for ya head
16, one in the head, homie that's what I do
In the hood I was born and raised
Homie ghetto bound, life is a bitch, I'm tryna settle down
Them metal rounds gon' hit ya up, split ya up
Paramedics get ya up, coke boys fix ya up
Welcome to the hood, to the corners, backblocks
Niggas foamin' out the mouth, lookin' for a jackpot
A silverback ape
Cop it when it's here, in a drought I be sellin' back weight
We got the streets, steak sauce
We on top of beef, a whole lotta heat
We never sleep, homie I'm Ray Charles
I ain't gotta see, nigga we got the streets

Damn, these niggas is runnin' the streets