Sauce Hoss

(Yo, yo, turn me up) (Okay, turn me up) (Okay, okay) Smoking and driving Im burnin the gas Don't know where Im goin but I goin fast The cameras flash and I do the dash Burnin tracks so bad that I leave a rash I put some fire to the passion Tryna get to where Az is Watch my message reach the masses Might f*ck around and get mad rich I don't need that though Lotta things more important than the dough Long as I got my homies and some bro to smoke Im unfuckwitable while in my zone Im just out here putting on For my people Washingtonians F*ck with me baby Im bout to go crazy I know you wanna see the snow A don like Mr. Corleone I been making moves all on my own, look Faddy Datty got the cream and the cookie Somethin like an Oreo Gotta O Im bouta go and smoke F*ck you this aint no joke, look FD like BIG if you don't know now you know bitch Ooo yeah Its the big hoss with the big sauce Word to Rick Ross I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop Make ya rings pop Make that thing drop, make it hot Make you wonder how we had the same thought Ooo yeah Its the big hoss with the big sauce Word to Rick Ross I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop Make ya rings pop Make that thing drop, make it hot Make you wonder how we had the same thought Go big or go home yeah that's the only thing I've ever known No matter where I go I'm always in my fuckin zone Imma post up at the beach roll some dro and blow a cone I'm collectin all this money like my last name is Capone Feeling myself I'm healing myself I'm so gone off the top shelf Peep my stealth I'll steal your wealth And blow it like some bomb shells Im still Not convinced that I'm real Think I'm stuck in a time wheel Do you feel what I feel Cause I feel like the time is mine Ooo yeah Its the big hoss with the big sauce Word to Rick Ross I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop Make ya rings pop Make that thing drop, make it hot Make you wonder how we had the same thought Ooo yeah Its the big hoss with the big sauce Word to Rick Ross I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop Make ya rings pop Make that thing drop, make it hot Make you wonder how we had the same thought