Sauce lyrics

[Intro]
Fa, fa, meee, fa fa
(Plug)
Mob, gang
Brim, five nine sh*t b*tch (Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa)
Gang

[Chorus]
n*ggas tried to run off with my sauce
Boy that ain’t no Gucci, you know that sh*t came from Ross
Ima shoot till you start bleeding, until you got menopause
I done called n*ggas my bro
Just for them to go do me wrong
Said he gon' run up, Glock make him run back
Now that n*gga in the grass, like a n*gga run track
There’s a fifty round clip inside my Gat
It’s an eye for an eye n*gga, tit-for-tat
If you not gon' slide, why you got a strap?
If you not tryna die, stop talking on snap
Yh, shawty so bad her ass so fat
And I’m giving her strokes when she sit on my lap!

[Verse]
Tried to put on my (?) mistake
Talking sh*t on the net but never to my face
This Glock spray him down like some ma'f*ckin mace
Free Kick-door and Juggy they gone beat the case
If you know my shawty please do not call me cos my gun gon' smack the f*ck up out ya face
If he talking sh*t he get hit with the drake
Boy watch your lips you don’t make what I make
[Chorus]
n*ggas tried to run off with my sauce
Boy that ain’t no Gucci, you know that sh*t came from Ross
Ima shoot till you start bleeding, until you got menopause
I done called n*ggas my bro
Just for them to go do me wrong
Said he gon' run up, Glock make him run back
Now that n*gga in the grass, like a n*gga run track
There’s a fifty round clip inside my Gat
It’s an eye for an eye n*gga, tit-for-tat
If you not gon' slide, why you got a strap?
If you not tryna die, stop talking on snap
Yh, shawty so bad her ass so fat
And I’m giving her strokes when she sit on my lap!

[Outro]
Fa!
Spee!
Fa-fa-fa!
MOB!