SAUCE

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm might just slip, I don't flop if I slip

I might crawl, I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip

I got sauce if she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip

I'm a boss, I might slip, I don't flaw, I just drip

I got sauce

Way, way, way, way, ridin' 'round town on Sunset (True)

Cali weed loud like Funk Flex (Funk Flex)

Road trips, low drip, don't rush shit (No)

Those bitch ass niggas know **** shit (No)

Don't know **** shit, get chick-checked (Yeah)

Treat a queen like a queen, don't give a bitch shit (No)

New whip shit crawl like insects (Insects)

Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, gang fishnet (Fishnet)

Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, more problems (Problems)

Came in, a nigga left, Obama (Obama)

Lame bitches get blocked, O lineman

Top called, nigga, that ain't no problem

Nice smile, they assume I'm such a nice guy (True)

Bougie nigga, first class on the flight time (Ah)

Bougie nigga, **** a bitch from the right side (True)

Tell her, "If she got a friend, then I might slide" (Slide)

Tell her that I get her friend, a nigga could show off

She ain't got those, a nigga so lost

I done fell in love from ****in' some hoes raw

I done fell in love from gettin' some hoes off

I done fell in love while doin' some hoes, Ziggy

X called, my nigga, I don't listen

First class is steerin' in my pigment

Had to work to get it, the road different, yeah

I'm 'bout to slip, I don't fall out if I slip

I might crawl, I just drip

I got sauce, I just drip

I got sauce if she dip (Way, way, way, way)

That bitch boss, I don't trip (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a boss, I might slip (Yeah, yeah)

I don't flaw, I just drip (Norf)

I got sauce

Who got the sauce, who got the sauce, huh?

Whip the rock with the Voss, yeah

Hit the block, chip the bars, yeah

Catch a P, Randy Moss, yeah

I don't rock with the police, nah

Don't ditch the Glock when the police come

They gon' shoot a nigga anyway

Any day of the week, ain't a woofer, man, he's whoopin' his feet

On the concrete, with my dawgs and the stick like a bomb suite

Cookin' up, better duck like a confit

'Cause it's on me, and a nigga'll never have to warn me

I was ready, ready, with the macaroni, turn him into Makavelli

We be stackin' fetti, I don't ever wanna be a broke boy no more

Sold out merch, sold out tours

Mount Rushmore for the real ones, yeah

All my homies done killed some, yeah

All my homies done ****ed time (Yeah)

Some got all day and all night (We the homies, nigga)

Some'll stick, but we don't respect it

And I'm so invested and so protected

We live corrections, all of 'em corrected

Snuck the F&N undetected

I'm might just slip, I don't flop if I slip

I might crawl, I just drip, I got sauce, I just drip

I got sauce if she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip

I'm a boss, I might slip, I don't flaw, I just drip

I got sauce