Trap Sauce lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Mango
Soulja
Young rich n*ggas, gang
Gang gang
Yeah n*gga
You know what the f*ck going on
Real northside sh*t

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I'm getting to the money n*gga, the f*ck you think this is?
b*tch I was rich before I even had a deal
Call up the plug, I pour up a whole seal
Bust down my Roli, I iced out [?]
Me and Mango, we bout to take a trip
Hit the highway with a hundred and fifty bricks
Hop out the Rari looking like the president

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
f*cking your b*tch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my n*ggas shoot
f*cking your b*tch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
[?] put it in the air
Money gang n*ggas don't shoot in the air
You safe in your hood, don't come over here
Big mac 11 shoot him in the [?]
I take the bricks, I make them disappear
That's not a new b*tch, I f*cked that b*tch last year
Hit the wrong spot, nobody was there
In the Rari switching to the 5th gear
I been having [?]
Trappin, riding around with that fellony
Grippin that Draco, ain't no n*gga testing me
Stand in the trap, and [?] whole thing
See a hundred everytime [?]
In Zone 1 serving that cocaine
Get the f*ck back, n*gga don't know me
[?] whole thing
[?] moving so slowly
Bought a brick, could've bought me a Roli
Catch me in the trap, I'm grippin that Cobi
Drive that Mazerati just like it's stolen
I got that bag on me, they say I'm holding
Look at my pinky ring, sh*t frozen
I got them keys, keys Zaytoven
[?] on my Bentley, I'm rolling
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
f*cking your b*tch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my n*ggas shoot
f*cking your b*tch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]

[Verse 3: Mango Foo]
Trap sauce, I got the dab flew
Jim Carey, bring the mask through
Got some people at your door with bad news
Came from trappin, serving out of bathrooms
Hit the pot, I gotta get the extras
Body slam a brick like wrestlers
Make your ho give me top in a tesla
Then I leave her, cause I got the best of her
YRN, and they say we some loonitics
Going [?] in the pot like I'm Ludacris
I just bust down my watch with some lugy spit
I'm a thief in the night, I'm a hooligin
I don't rap, n*gga I really do this sh*t
Yeah yeah you got guns, shoot that sh*t
Imma beat the pot, black and blue the sh*t
I remix the rock, dope on my [?]
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]
Trap sauce, I'm having that trap sauce
Trap sauce, I'm dripping in trap sauce
f*cking your b*tch, I'm blowing her back out
Post in the trap house, shooters with macs out
Trap sauce, dripping all in the Bentley Coope
Hop out the Rari, you know that my n*ggas shoot
f*cking your b*tch, you know what I'm bout to do
Trap sauce dripping on my [?]