[Intro: Sauce Gohan]
Ayy

[Verse 1: Sauce Gohan]
I got three flip-phones, your bitch call all of 'em
Your bitch stalk all of 'em, had to put a pause on her
I got Louis V on, I got double G's on
I got D&G on, shit, I got three designers on, ayy
Bitches talkin' 'bout Bora Bora, but ain't even comin' strong
And these n***as broke, been watchin' Dora, tryna swipe my VLONE
And the opps still drop of course, lil' n***a, how the hell we into it so long?
We been on the road for three months, how we been on tour for so long?
I been gone, chasing paper, been counting Franklins, huh
Jackson wanna be a bitch about it, so I took his ass to Jamaica, huh
Fucked his bitch and made him think about while I'm ridin' around in Mercedes
In that Mulsanne like a mayor
Blew up fast like crack in the '80s
Ain't shit free, lil' bitch, come pay me
Thirty-five racks in the stash like KD
I'm a young G.O.A.T. in this shit, no Jay-Z
VVS diamonds clear like HD
Money obtuse, lil' n***a, you scalene
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma buy new Givenchy
Glock 33, I'ma shoot 'til it empty
Big Backwood, lil' n***a, you skimpy
It's a rat in your circle, lil' n***a, you finished
I'ma shoot for my name, lil' n***a, don't tempt me
Just ridin' a wave, you n***as ain't drippin'
Hundred racks stashed in the back of the Bentley
New iPhone 'cause the last three flipped
Three new fours ridin' down Lake Michigan
I been in this shit, lil' n***a, you sissy
New big B's and I got 'em from Missy
[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
Fire up the Backwood
Put the bitch in timeout, she ain't act good
Big booty white bitch act hood
Bought a Louis couch where I once stood
Boy, ain't no feeling rich or feel this good
You was with the bitch tryna kiss good
I was with the bitch tryna pimp good
Flight out to Cali, hope the trip good
Know I'm gettin' clovers when I land like Flip hood
You look at my mouth, it's game over
This a Rolls-Royce, not a Rover
I used to hustle for over
Shoot with the soldiers, sleep with the cobras
I cut down the grass and exposed 'em
Put the weed wacker up, it got colder
Still walk 'round with my rocks on my shoulder
People wish I would stop and be over, woo
These n***as thought I fell off
Well, it turns out I'm well-off
And you wouldn't pop a shell off
Your brother's in jail and your cousin tell
And you won't send no mail off?
And y'all call a P a sellout?
I should tell you fuck the hell off
That was really your brother, no stepchild
I thought blood was thicker than water
You buyin' Gucci and Prada
Ain't sent your brother a dollar
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Ain't nan' these motherfuckers loyal, huh
Most n***as hoes from the get-go, ooh
Ran that bag up by myself
Now I'm outside blowin' more gas than a Citgo, do it
Got more gas than a Citgo, move it
Bandana tied up, right leg Buddha
Got bitches in line, they beggin' and chosin'
I could get your baby mama buttnaked all in the studio
Show me that coochie-hole, bitch, hmm
Pills in your bootyhole, bitch, hmm
Can't set me up, know you're acting for your movie role, huh
I'ma leave you alone, bitch
Leave a n***a drenched all blood like DMX
I got a hundred-round drum, consider me a threat
Heard you a snitch, got your people and your feds, how you ain't dead?
Shoot a n***a, put a n***a one in his head
Shoot a n***a lookin', then come through the glass
Cook a n***a, leave a n***a layin' in the grass
Stupid n***a, you a student in the hall without a pass
Chastise a nerd-ass n***a, get harassed
Big dumb bully, knock him on his ass
I'll make me an opp n***a son go sell my packs
Put him on the corner, cut class, get racks
Huh, with the light voice, I ain't slime nor slatt
Skuba Steve been a young thug way before rap
I been get you fucked up way before rap
No cap, I shoot, I bang, I scrap, duh, duh
Get you way before rap
I shoot, I bang, I, I scrap, mm-duh
Boy, lil'-ass n***a
Huh, better check your move, lil'-ass n***a
Better check your temp
Don't act no fool, whole gang got tools, lil'-ass n***a
With your ho ass
We ain't givin' n***a no pass
Send some shit real quick at your slow ass, hmm
Get to shootin' at you soon as you go past, mmm
[Verse 4: Sancho Saucy]
Got Gucci, got Fendi, got drip on
Big dick for your bitch just to sit on
Make her sell pussy off the flip-phone
Then I put forty-point diamonds in my earlobe
Drippin' sauce, these lil' pico
All in Miami on a Louis V speedboat
Jumped in the water, found Nemo
Reeled up a bitch, got paper like Kinko
A n***a sell pussy, not kilo
Take a n***a ass out the game, Tim Tebow
Shaq and he drive big diesel
Sanch' shoot a n***a like a free throw
Sanch' shoot a n***a like B-roll
Pussy-ass n***a, you is just an actor
Sanch' big bird, I'm a pterodactyl
Bitch call my phone, I don't never answer
I'm a real pimp, I am not a trapper
Sancho slang iron, that's a known factor
Heard word 'round town he a dome cracker
Disrespect him, then you won't make it home after
Bullets hit hard like a linebacker
Think somethin' sweet 'til them bitches start flyin' at you
Poppin' shit off like a firecracker
Big Sancho break a bitch down like a chiropractor