[Intro: Sauce Walka]
That boy done
Okay, okay (JRag, what you cookin' up?)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (Oohwee, oohwee, oohwee)
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm (The biggest, oohwee, the biggest, oohwee)
Oohwee
Splash (Oohwee)

[Chorus: Sauce Walka]
Heavy-ass boots got my big toe hurtin'
We can't talk to buddy on the phone, bro workin'
Cyber short bus, thought I was a slow person
Broke lil' mama heart, got lil' baby soul searchin'
Really kickin' pimpin', huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Really got them bitches checkin' chicken, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Half a million in the kitchen, fifties, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Way too many bullets in this pistol, John Wayne (Huh, mane?)

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Gilgeous-Alexander, she from Oklahoma State
Thought she was a baker how lil' baby holdin' cake
My name is not Justin, but I'm tryna Timberlake
You call, she disgusted, and she hung up in your face
Feds had you snitchin' on your n***as, huh, mane?
Nah, don't pull up to the studio, don't come around, mane
Tryna jeopardize this drippin', leave you underground, mane
But my splatters never nervous, never make a sound, mane
It be automatic, pourin' up in traffic
I-45, Houston Rockets, Dallas Mavericks
What you haters know 'bout half a million wrapped in plastic?
'Nother million dollars cold cash in the attic
(We holdin', you ain't havin', oohwee)
[Chorus: Sauce Walka & 44 Mike Deezy]
Heavy-ass boots got my big toe hurtin' (Woo)
We can't talk to buddy on the phone, bro workin' (Woo)
Cyber short bus, thought I was a slow person (Hey)
Broke lil' mama heart, got lil' baby soul searchin' (Okay)
Really kickin' pimpin', huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Really got them bitches checkin' chicken, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Half a million in the kitchen, fifties, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Way too many bullets in this pistol, John Wayne (Huh, mane? 'Scuse me)

[Verse 2: 44 Mike Deezy]
Tony Stark's the color of my car, I threw some D's on it
If you wanna get down with this drippin', it's a fee on it
I be in the Southside with Bun B, yeah, that's my big homie
He really be chillin', but get active, boy, so you don't want it
And you know when you-know-who come home, you get swept right in corners
So you better lay down and stay down
You get back up, we gon' knock your ass back down (Woo)
Never been the one to play the background
I'm front street, I'm the one with the four-pound (Woo)
N***as tuck tail when I come 'round
I'm big dog, when I bark, I'm gon' bite down (Rrr)
Button on the back make a K sound
N***as be dead than a bitch at the playground (Woo)
Was a big mouth, now his ass lay face down
Should've stayed quiet, now his ass is an out now ('Scuse me)
[Chorus: Sauce Walka & 44 Mike Deezy]
Heavy-ass boots got my big toe hurtin' (Woo, don't abuse me)
We can't talk to buddy on the phone, bro workin' (Woo)
Cyber short bus, thought I was a slow person (Hey)
Broke lil' mama heart, got lil' baby soul searchin' (Okay)
Really kickin' pimpin', huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Really got them bitches checkin' chicken, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Half a million in the kitchen, fifties, huh, mane? (Huh, mane? Woo)
Way too many bullets in this pistol, John Wayne (Huh, mane?)