Sauce up b*tch (x6)
I might f*ck yo b*tch(x6)
Johnny dang on my wrist it cost a grip
20 on my chain 30 on my hip
Pull on yo momma bustin on her lip
Yea I'm saucy n*gga diving in that dip
Yea we trend settas
Yea we seein betta
Pull wit yo b*tch on my lap in the double decker
Turn her on like lights
Look at all my ice
Pourin up got that lean wit a little sprite
Ballin on these hoes like it's f*ckin space jam
Rocks in my chain lookin like a cave man
Got yo b*tch face lookin like a glazed ham
Ballin on these n*ggas like Shaq in Shazam
Aye
Cooling in Bahamas
With yo f*ckin mama
Sleepin on these hoes like they a pair of pajamas
You n*ggas is snakes
You b*tches is fakes
I see that u hate
I count up this cake
You seein these stacks Lil n*gga
I'm thumpin through racks Lil n*gga
I only spit facts Lil n*gga
You know I hit blacks Lil n*gga
Yea I'm sauced up
Yea I'm bossed up
Jesus on my neck yea I'm crossed up
Wrist is ice
Neck is ice
Whip got me rollin like up like a pair of dice
Hittin woods got that green wit a little spice
Loud got my eyes Asian need to make some rice
I might f*ck yo grandma
n*gga check yo gramma
Hit yo wit the slamma
n*gga I'm a f*ckin scamma
Make a n*gga spin
Pull up in the benz
Coutin up bands not just a couple tens
Sauce up b*tch(x6)
I might f*ck yo b*tch (x4)
Sauce up b*tch