Sauce (feat. Sweet Dave)

Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no Yeah we be posted That no hope kid Yeah we do dope shit Dirty as choking Yeah we be posted I'm on a moped Yeah we do dope shit Cleaner than soap is Do her body bounce big when she hop though Walking like a taco but she's flaking like a nacho Got the vodka in the five you hit the lotto at the bottom I be posted on the floor alive but I'm unconscious Can't spaz, move any chick with a flat ass from point a to b like I stole from the bike rack High lack, short as f*ck but she scary mad I'm only just a little nuts like a light sack Mouse pad, called her that I rub her the wrong way Could tell from her dumb face she listened to coldplay Dongle in her mouth I'm asking how does the cold taste Hostiles in bound I gotta wrap up one more game Whore stank couldn't get with this Unless I have a few more zips I figured i'm on the list so I walked in F*ck all of the lights man I turn it off like i'm about to f*ck, f*ck it i'm diving in Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no I hit it riffin like thelonious Bon is the joviest Hoes is comin over and I'm posted on my floor again Fill a corridor I'm snoring with my favorite whore and then The door is coming open I'm just hoping that its just my friends Beatrat is just a sick sick bastard Sweet Dave been a walkin disaster Bitch I'm in my go cart you know I'm going faster Gotta catch this fish but ain't ever been a caster Yeah we be posted, That no hope kid, Yeah we do dope shit Dirty as choking Yeah we be posted I'm on a moped Yeah we do dope shit Cleaner than soap is Another one I said another one I ain't here to toast your buns I'm soakin up my sunny sun Acid is alotta fun unless you take it with some scum Waka flocka song is sung I'm dancin naked on my rug Dang kid where's your fucking tounge Don't tell me that your 'bout to bug I'm spitting up its just begun F*ck it's where I'm coming from Got a boat I need a tug Picking out my favorite nug I'm passing out but blazing up Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no Yeah I might be stoned, where the heat go when the A.C blow And I hate these hoes, but don't know much about much, no