Sauce Songtext
von Asco

I just rolled a splegs I′m tryna hold a meds
A-Rab on me, and I felts the best
Its big bags on me, I can't fold this bread
All this raw in my paws from all them Oz I pebbed
All them trips I took, with how much Oz of leng
How much miles I clocked, and they could never style me
Look how much styles I got
Look how much sauce I drip
I′m at the table, big bosses who I'm talking with
Them niggas aint on ish, they just talking shit
They gotta go for theirs, I stay with mine, I walk with it
And it was me that did it, I just didn't talk on it
There′s big food on my plate, I got my fork in it
So we gone get to the bag no matter how that go
I just need a bad one, and some loud to blow
Hella racks in my Amiris got my trousers low
There′s hella waps around here, we renowned for smoke
Big baller in the game, we don't ball the same
They think they balling cah they moved a couple balls of yay
Smelling Mulli, no you aint nigga know your place This shit right here big dripper, loads of pain
But I make it look easy, don′t I?
It's nothing new I been the best the whole time, no lie
At what point was they smelling me? Never, no time
I was always racked up, now we going multi
It was always that, I just had to wait for mine
I had to do my bid, I sat behind the gate for time
And now it′s time, they see I'm back and they gone hate my grind
I go ape for mine, I want it ima make it mine
The game treacherous
But there′s a bag to get
So ima go for that
To me this shit be effortless
They know the Mulli can't done, the shit perpetuous
Bad one heaven sent but she devilish
She look me dead up in my eyes when she necking it
I know exactly what this is, but I ain't sweating it
Pussy still could never make a nigga sweat a bitch
I′m only sweating running up these racks and getting rich