SAUCE lyrics

[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: REASON]
I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl
I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce
If she dip, that b*tch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss
I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got the sauce (Wait, wait, wait, wait)

[Verse 1: REASON]
Riding 'round town on Sunset (True)
Cali weed loud like Funk Flex (Funk Flex)
Road trips, low drip, don't rush sh*t (No)
No b*tch-ass n*ggas, no f*ck sh*t (No)
No, no, f*ck sh*t, get chin-checked (Yeah)
Treat a queen like a queen, don't give a b*tch sh*t (No)
New whip, sh*t crawl like insects (Insects)
Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, gang fishnet (Fishnet)
Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, more problems (More problems)
Came, then a n*gga left, Obama (Obama)
Lame b*tches get blocked, O-lineman (O-lineman)
Top called, n*gga, that ain't no problem (No, no)
Nice smile, they assume I'm such a nice guy (True)
Bougie n*gga, first class on the flight time (Ah)
Bougie n*gga, f*ck a b*tch from the right side (True)
Tell her if she got a friend, then I might slide (Slide)
Tell her that I need a friend a n*gga could show off
She ain't got goals, then, n*gga, I'm so lost
I done fell in love from f*cking some hoes raw (Yeah)
I done fell in love while getting some hoes off (True)
I done fell in love while doing some hoes (Hoes ign'ant)
X called a n*gga, I don't listen (Don't listen)
First-class, they're starin' at my pigment (My pigment)
Had to work to get it, the road different, yeah
[Chorus: REASON & Vince Staples]
I might slip (Yeah), I don't fall (Yeah), if I slip, I might crawl
I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce (Wait, wait, wait, wait)
If she dip, that b*tch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss (Yeah)
I might slip, I don't fall (Yeah), I just drip, I got the sauce (Norf)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Who got the sauce? Who got the sauce, huh?
Whip the rock with the Voss, yeah
Hit the block, ship the bars, yeah
Catch a P, Randy Moss, yeah
I don't rock with the police none
Don't ditch the Glock when the police come
They gon' shoot a n*gga anyway (Oww)
Any day of the week
Ain't a 'woofer, man, he whoopin' his feet on the concrete
With my dawgs on the stick like a bomb suite
Cooking up, better duck like a confit
'Cause it's on me
Ain't a n*gga living ever have to warn me
I was ready-ready with the macaroni
Turn him into Makaveli, we be stackin' fetti (Yeah, yeah)
I don't ever wanna be a broke boy no more
Sold-out merch, sold-out tour
Mount Rushmore for the real ones, yeah
All my homies done killed some, yeah (Ayy)
All my homi's done f*ck time (That scale)
Some got dope, gangin' all night (We the homies, n*gga)
Some escape, but we don't respect it
I'm so invested and so protected
We live corrections, all uncorrected
Snuck the FN in undetected
[Chorus: REASON]
I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl
I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce
If she dip, that b*tch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss
I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got the sauce