[Chorus: AK]
Woah, huh
Y’all n***as think I don’t stunt?
Fuck all yo' bitches at once
Finished a blunt now I’m crossed (Huh, yeah)
I got the sauce
Ayo, huh
Ayy, bitch I got the sauce
Ayo, huh
What, ayy I got the sauce

[Verse 1: Chilly Boi]
Fuckin' your bitch on a wednesday (Uh)
Flex on your girl like I'm AK
Work is so hard, need to vacate (Uh)
Blockin' these haters, they [?] (Uh)
I don't give a fuck no more
Bitch I be knockin' down doors
Homie bouta flex on whores
And I'm bouta flex on tour
Really? On Tour?
Yes
I don't really care who next
I know all you haters impressed
'Cause I'm clean like Crest
And I got a lot of ice on my neck
And it's fresh like Patek (Huh)
I'm the one, I'm a stunt
Man you bitches weak like a blunt
Man of my word, and I'm fly as a bird (Plane?)
Pussy drippin' wet like it's fresh out the rain
[Chorus: AK]
Y’all n***as think I don’t stunt?
Fuck all yo' bitches at once
Finished a blunt now I’m crossed (Huh, yeah)
I got the sauce
Ayo, huh
Ayy, bitch I got the sauce
Ayo, huh
What, ayy I got the sauce

[Verse 2: AK]
Get the bag and ride though the night
In the red Ferrari with the xenon lights
Gotta take a bitch bet the pussies tight
Yes gimme head but please don’t bite
Save that for dinner I'ma treat you right
Take you to places on private flights
Maybe even flicks with some celebrities
Down to Maui with the palm trees
Splittin' blunts like the Red Sea
I'm Bowser, bitch, and this the Grand Prix
You finished last, you getting passed
Off to the bro like Steve Nash did to Shaq attack behind the back
Way way back to when baggy clothes was the biggest flex
Baggin' dope was still the best
Yes? (Woah)
[Chorus: AK]
Y’all n***as think I don’t stunt?
Fuck all yo' bitches at once
Finished a blunt now I’m crossed (Huh, yeah)
I got the sauce
Ayo, huh
Ayy, bitch I got the sauce
Ayo, huh
What, ayy I got the sauce