Horus
Saucy'
Bridge:

LRG my swag

Grew up on hooked on phonics baby, you can’t check my tag

I got n***as watching

Got the city on my back

Hit the stoui ratatouille

I been cooking up that crack


Verse 1:

I got goals, you can’t go

I got n***as that you can’t know

I got pictures that you can’t show

I been hitting since 2k4

I got n***as saying you can’t blow

I been grinding from a new angle

I decided that you ain’t cold

That’s that n***a, oh there they go

Look at the sauce, look at the wrist

Look like a boss, look like a bitch

Look at yo pearls I catch in the pic

Look at yo girl, now look at my chick

Took on the world

Then put on a flick

N***as can’t do this shit bigger than this

I hit a milli them n***as was pissed

I took a minute to talk all my shit, I told em

Bridge:

Aye, saucy, dolce’ no Gabbana

I can make a hit, and do that shit in my pajamas

I’ll see you mañana

Let’s get dirty, no Diana

Let’s get flirty in Havana

Got you rocking my bandanna

Hook:

Aye, saucy

Please just get up off me

You can check my wrist, my wrist

And you’ll tell what it cost me

Aye, bossy, that chain Gona haunt me

All these n***as pissed because I got these n***as salty, x2



Verse 2:

Diamonds might rest in the middle my G

Young Shawn intercontinental my G

I just paid a hunnid dollars

Incidental my fees

I pull up quick, I might stop ya hoe

I rock shows, I’m all across that globe

I got woes all up throughout my toes

I want Big bank roll, just to switch out my clothes

I’m saucy

N***a can’t stop me

When I got big bank n***a can’t boss me

Shark in a fish tank, n***a can’t cross me

When I got my whip game, n***as lost me

N***a my wrist game looking like frosty

N***a yo chick game looking like chancy

Ima hit her one time, walking like a zombie

If I’m a stepping stone why these n***as can’t stomp me



Bridge:

Aye, saucy, dolce’ no Gabbana

I can make a hit, and do that shit in my pajamas

I’ll see you mañana

Let’s get dirty, no Diana

Let’s get flirty in Havana

Got you rocking my bandanna

Hook:

Aye, saucy

Please just get up off me

You can check my wrist, my wrist

And you’ll tell what it cost me

Aye, bossy, that chain Gona haunt me

All these n***as pissed because I got these n***as salty, x2