Sauce Walk lyrics

[Verse 1]
What I got around my waist come from Italy
GG, like I stutter (Gucci)
Shawty real fat and she look good
But she don't keep it real, I don't want her
You a lollipop, boy you a sucker (you a b*tch)
b*tch I'm drippin' like I'm made out of water
I would give you my b*tch as a gift but
High maitence, I don't think you could afford her
I ain't stressin', like I work out b*tch I'm flexin'
Told him it was lean but I sold him Robutussin
I'm sick', better go check on your baby
f*cked your baby mama in the stomach while she pregnant
Slicker than a b*tch so you better take good caution
Hole in his head, turn a n*gga to a dolphin
Clips that I got sound like I'm at an auction
Thirty, fifty, a hundred what I'm flockin'
Designer what I'm rockin', and your b*tch love it
Give her good di*k, beat it up like she punished
You kiss her on the lips, boy you a trip
Her lips like a target when I say I'm c*mming
I'm saucing, skrrt, I'ma scrape the pot
In the kitchen, whippin' 'til it lock up
And I got a thirty on me, get mopped up
Boy you really so tender, you is not tough
Foreign on my feet, they is not J's
Whippin' on the pots, they is not slaves
Frames on face, they is not Rays
Got girls kissing girls, they is not gay
Fifty on my glizzy, I'm marching
'Cause I'm walking with a drum and I'm starting
Yeah b*tch, when I'm shooting I ain't on the bench
Not hooping, got the rocket like I'm Harden