Letra de Scratched My Rolls - Sauce Walka

(Feat. Lil Yachty)

Hold on, CJ

Uh, uh

Yeah

I put a scratch on my Rolls, it cost me a thousand to fix it

Double M, tan like a biscuit, open her back, have a picnic

Fuck up a sack on drugs

My mama 'nem trippin', but this shit my business

I done paid forty ten-thousand miles

Ain't no way God ain't givin' forgiveness

I give Birkin's out like a sweepstake

Pop out everyday like my birthday

This shouldn't have been out in the first place

Hydraulics gon' pop on the freeway

My dawg, he came home like CJ and immediately got to the biz'

I had two condos at the Ritz, I did not have crackers in it

(Could I be? Uh, hmm, skrrt) I had almost broke my wrist

Down bad, still won't drink tris

He still poppin', let's see who we're missin'

I got word these niggas been bitchin'

And that shit came from the bitches

I'ma call her late night when I miss it

My dawg creepin', like nah, he on bullshit

Louis V come in the boots, stomp on the business I do

White and red 'Rari, Ryu, should steal an AP from you

Just to be down with my crew

Just to be one of my boo's, how can we lose?

Thank you for sendin' her money and takin' her out on a cruise

I'm sippin' Quay today

I can't get no drank away, it ain't nothin' loose

Startin' to fade away

I scored the first A today, Kyrie from the two

Just sent the bitch to the doctor

She come back for lunch, it's new body, that pussy brand new

Sauce done went JuJutsu Kaisen

Domain expansion, these diamonds might GoJo the room

(We got high tape with five-hundred, suu whoop)

Drive the Rolls Royce like a blazer, nigga

Pick up 'bout two-hundred thousand

From doin' commercials, L.A. with my Asian niggas

Sellin' kimbo's, rock 'em on ice

Play with this drip and you probably get sliced

She see this pimpin', you might lose your wife

Designer leathers, on Brian McKnight

How many times I told y'all?

Step by myself, I don't need not a friend

I'm walkin' around with F.N.'s, hot bitch spill the Jeremy Lin

They can pay me in pesos, euros

Fuck it, them niggas can pay me in yen

Elon's got a nigga on ten, eyes rot 'til my brain off ten

Niggas always be talkin' 'bout opps, only Jakes, they know it's T.D

Seven karat gon' look like a CD, my bitch busty as hell, and peachy

I've been rich since you niggas was kids

It's your first Maybach, I had six

I put six-hundred grand in a bitch, I stopped all the way for the blitz

Pour a four, I walk to her gritz, fuck porn, I'ma fuck my wrist

Sixty karats wetter than my bitch, sixty karats wetter than a fish

I'm blacker than solar eclipse, man, yeah, I still drink Kool-Aid

I had bitches since niggas had two ways

Even then, I had 'em goin' two ways

I put a—, I put a scratch on my Rolls, it cost me a— fix it, fix it

Double M, tan like a biscuit, open her—, open her back, have a picnic

Fuck up a sack on drugs

My mama 'nem trippin', but this shit my business

I done paid—, I done paid forty ten-thousand miles

Ain't no way God ain't givin' forgiveness

Give Birkin's—, give Birkin's out like a sweepstake

Pop out every birthday, birthday

This shouldn't have been out in the first place

Hydraulics gon' freeway, freeway

My dawg, he came home like CJ and immediately got to the biz'

Two con—, two condos at the Ritz, I did not have crackers in it

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