Dangerous Daringer (part. Sauce Walka)

Conway The Machine

Compositor: Daringer

Ooh-wee
You already know what type of shit I'm on
Splash

Fuck the motherfuckin' nonsense
Smack a nigga with a palmed fist
Knock his iPhone out his hand, drop his Sunkist
I'm on mix, Wock' and red
This a Glock 40 on me, but it's a nine in the head
It shoot both of 'em
I be havin' modified guns, transform somethin'
Decepticon
Every day, I'm walkin' with a weapon on
Steppin' on Louis, gooey, whatever that is
TSF business, Sauce Walka, I been that kid
That did, made a couple million off of that bitch
What's her name? Don't matter, nigga, motherfuck the fame
My bitch not Rihanna, but these platinum dollars
Put her on a billboard, she'll solve all your problems
Bitch a genie and you is just a weenie
Maybach truck '21 is how you see me
Chrome Heart beanie, but I ain't got no love
Trap house after close, we ain't got no drugs
That's how my chest is
Headshot everything in the car, fuck some vests
Backflip kick, Marshall Law off of Tekken
The weapon, niggas better duck when I step in
God here, sit down in church and stand in God's field
Respect, nigga, it's TSF, 'bout that check, nigga
I'll have a Crip with a thirty C-walk your neck, nigga
Walk was two years in the game and still a vet', nigga
I done made some broke niggas rich up in the 'jects, nigga
Real life, tell me what that struggle feel like
Streets so cold, popsicles don't wanna feel ice
Streets so cold, nigga, life froze from shootin' dice
Hit 'em with the nitrogen, he never saw his wife again
He like to win, but be with losers
You wanna play with Tim Duncan or Carlos Boozer?
Like a needle, I maneuver through the haystack
Gettin' money since way back, since 8-tracks
My mama was breaking tricks for eight racks
Seen so many muscle head niggas shot in the eight pack
Tryna be Damien, won't ever lift a weight again
Don't shake the pen and die free
Keep thinkin' that them lil' niggas ain't got nothin' for Brinks
A lot of good lives is weak when that piece come out
Who really fucking with them wolves when they teeth come out?
All this trauma I received made my beast come out
Sauce Walka in any city, then the streets come out

On Sauce
Ooh-wee
Ooh-wee (Grr)
Ooh-wee
Yeah
Ooh-ooh

Uh, four honeybuns in that red Goyard
Jewelry one of none, the money come, I'ma go off (Uh)
Never was a bum, the summer come, I'ma show off (Show off)
Only sixty-three made, one of them in my garage (Yes)
My young nigga young and dumb, bipolar, he off a Zoloft
He's so lost, walk up, head tap you, and stroll off (Poom-poom)
Menace like I'm A-Wax, sellin' 'Caine by the O-Dog (Ha)
12 hit the spot, I'm out the window, that's a close call (I'm gone, nigga)
I make more in a year than your career paid
And you don't hear me played on radio airways
Twin got two straps on him like a pair of Air Rays (Hahaha)
The forty sing like oil sheen, get your hair sprayed (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm in this bitch, been gettin' rich for a long minute (Ha?)
Suck me and don't come up for air, that bitch is long-winded (Hahaha)
I got a homie in prison doin' a long sentence (Free my nigga)
Called in and said, "Any beat they put you on, kill it (I got you, twin)
Machine, they mad at you
How you pushin' in California through Malibu? (They mad)
Daytona on the wrist, shit, you did the unimaginable (They mad)
You did what niggas never fathomed to"
Sippin' DeLe' at Diddy house when I'm just passin' through (What up, bro?)
I was just doin' what I had to do (Uh-huh)
I just put the work in, they think I did somethin' magical (What you think I did?)
I'm from a hood niggas relieve you of your valuables (Give me that shit, nigga)
Machine (Give me that shit, pussy), bitch