Bird Call lyrics

[Intro: Sancho Saucy]
Brr
That's the bird call, everybody
(JRag on the beat)
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah, yeah
I got, I got Pe-Pe in this ho with me

[Verse 1: Sancho Saucy]
f*ck a pus*y, ho, get bread
I just drunk a four to the head
If a n*gga play with twin, he dead
Three hoes in the snow on the sled
That's a ho, ho, ho, Sanchie pimping now for sure, and them hoes better get my bread
And you heard what I said, if you ain't getting bread, then your ass would be better off dead
Yeah, you standing in the way, yeah, you ain't getting cake, I'll shoot your stupid ass in your legs
Told the b*tch that I ain't got nothing to say, I had a long ass day, b*tch, I'm full of this red
Big San go brazy on the track, why you do 'em like that? b*tch, I'm full of these meds
Shut up b*tch, go and and suck a n*gga di*k, I've been hunting all day, trying to duck these feds
And I ain't worried 'bout smoke 'cause the pus*y gon' choke before I even get on his head
And lil' bro was on lock, I had to get my dog out, f*ck it, I'll drop a little bread, yeah
Now we right back to drippin', n*gga got my n*gga pimpin', I pray he just do what I said
You do any different, lil' bro, then you trippin', I seen a n*gga go to the feds
Don't let this sh*t go to your head
Just get in this sh*t to get bread and get out
I ride in the whip and I drip with the stick out
He on dead man time, so let the watch tick-tock
In a matter of time, the pus*y gon' get shot
Hit his ass up with twin Glocks
He disrespecting, I'm upping my weapon, boy
That's the type sh*t get your man shot, boy
That's the type sh*t get your man dropped, boy
I got the streets in the headlock
Finger f*ck the ho for the dough, bring my bread out
If she don't bring it, then the b*tch'll be staying out
Bin Ladin free, they done let him out the can now
Send my birdies on a mission 'til my young n*ggas air it out
Wintertime drip, got jacket with the fur
Told the b*tch she can come with me, but don't forget her purse
Going to sleep from the syrup, but a n*gga still alert
But I sleep with a stick 'cause I still do dirt
[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Word
Try to stay clean, but the streets still leave me in the dirt
Grab the soap, sh*t, the grease made me squirt
pus*y power, popping more off a Perc'
Silly snitches, saw them dead on a shirt
Cousins killing, cousins late on they work
Jurassic on they ass
I was raised right with the creatures
Kids dead, stabbed under the bleaches
b*tches fighting whores, slapping their teachers
Same b*tches grew up f*cking for features
Same lil' n*ggas rapping for diamonds
Was just eating happy meals at McDonalds
n*ggas calling up the birds when there's problems
Them Sauce Twinz is Chapo and Osama
Flip a collar, drip a collar, n*gga came up missing over a hundred dollars
Lot of stress, lot of stress, woo, family picked up a hundred problems
Mama had a stroke at her son's funeral, guess she couldn't live without him
Sad part is they still shot up the reception to make sure they got him
Bloods bangin' red bottoms, checked they resume, ain't nothing red 'bout 'em
Crips clout-C-walking but real locs ain't remember you seen walking
Boys big mean talking 'til— Ugh, psh, psh, ah, psh, ah! (b*tch-ass n*gga, b*tch)
Now keep walking

[Bridge: Sauce Walka]
On Sauce
Oowee
[Verse 3: El Train]
I got some drippers that's splashing 'bout me
I got gorillas that's thrashing 'bout me
I'm out the jungle, just ask about me
Plus I be pimping and dripping the sauce on the b*tch until I break for big deposits
And I'm from the frontline when it's warfare
Ooh, I'll send a blitz like Pete Carroll
Leave a n*gga floatin' in the ocean by seashells
Bullets hit him, fill him up like a good meal
All these snakes slither, mow 'em down with a John Deere
Fifteen thousand, that's for one ear
If the b*tch ain't getting money, she can't come here
Moe Bity, I'm the mayor
Just like candy, I'll get you now or later
Bad b*tch, fat pus*y poking like a swanger
And the lil' b*tch a gangster
I'll let her hold the banger
And it's one in the chamber
I can pay it off another b*tch anus
Voochie Voochie got a house in Uranus
I just splashed up on Jupiter
Drippy Drippy got black diamonds in his mouth so he act a lil' stupider
Dripping sauce like a boss, it's nothing these pus*y-ass n*ggas can do with us
Sauce Twinz done spilled up in back to back Maybach, Benz, the backseat roomier
If you disrespect TSF Bidness, then your days is gon' get gloomier
Don't Kross the Trackz, b*tch, I'm El Train, ha-ha-ha, and I'm a motherf*cking shooter
[Outro: El Train]
On Sauce