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