Sauce up bitch (x6)
I might fuck yo bitch(x6)
Johnny dank 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***a diving in that dip
Yea we trend settas
Yea we seein betta
Pull wit yo bitch on my lap in the double decker
Turn her on like lights
Look at all my ice
Pourin up got wit a little sprite
Ballin on these hoes like it's fuckin space jam
Rocks in my chain lookin like a cave man
Got yo bitch face lookin like a glazed ham
Ballin on these n***as like I'm Shaq in Shazam


Aye
Cooling in Bahamas
With yo fuckin mama
Sleepin on these hoes like they a pair of pajamas
You n***as is snakes
You bitches is fakes
I see that u hate
I count up this cake

You seein these stacks Lil n***a
I'm thumpin through racks Lil n***a
I only spit facts Lil n***a
You know I hit black Lil n***a


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 fuck yo grandma
N***a check yo gramma
Hit yo wit the slamma
N***a I'm a fuckin scamma

Make a n***a spin
Pull up in the benz
Coutin up bands not just a couple tens

Sauce up bitch(x4)
I might fuck yo bitch (x3)
Sauce yo bitch