Sauce (feat. P.A. On the Track)

Ima get the neck fore I switch her Drop a couple grams in my swisher Got some Lohans for the addicts Nigga write the check and I'm at it Top floor like an attic 4 seasons in the hamptons Drop a couple grams in my swisher Ima get the neck fore I switch her I got the sauce and the recipe The hammers is always right next to me I got the sauce and the recipe Quit hatin nigga come flex wit me I got the sauce and the recipe The hammers is always right next to me I got the sauce and the recipe Wavy ass nigga shawty sweating me Nigga what it does I'm just tryna get a buzz Nigga every time you see me Check the diamonds in the cuts Dawg, my team going up Keep a drink inside our cups We don't need no extra niggas Duh... my circles full wit us What you smoking, indica? Cold blooded, Indicud They were never in the mud Why they think they f*ck wit us I'm the outlet to the plugs I'm supplying what they want They know what's up Nigga I just want to green Milwaukee Bucks How you feelin? How you feelin? I just made that look appealing I named the whip Lil' Weezy Cuz that bitch ain't got no ceiling I just flood me neck wit ice Even threw some in the sprite I can see it in her eyes Shawty want it for the night Ewe Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her Drop a couple grams in my swisher Got some Lohan's for the addicts Nigga write the check and I'm at it Top floor like an attic 4 seasons in the hamptons Drop a couple grams in my swisher Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her I got the sauce and the recipe The hammers is always right next to me I got the sauce and the recipe Quit hatin nigga come flex wit me I got the sauce and the recipe The hammers is always right next to me I got the sauce and the recipe Wavy ass nigga shawty sweating me I said I pop out Top down Act up Blockow We turnt up And drained out We spin blocks And black out We all in adidas and foreign shit Gas em up when we floorin shit Do no wrong, this is flawless shit We roll deeper then a coffin gets Pushing out the pink gummy like a baby tooth Hard white; soft ins Leaning hard when we turn the coupe Fake niggas thinking that we off of it Uh, I've been all up in my baggage nigga Dirty youngin' living lavish nigga Flash cannons since they acting nigga Bob the builder wit the hammer nigga Coming thru wit the family They can take a seat they can't stand me My mood switches like a cancer I just wave tracks like a dancer White Beamer wit some darker tints Need a bad bitch wit a badder bitch Caramel and a chocolate mix Wit Serena's ass; Elle Varner lips Text ya shawty she won't answer Tell her drop it lower than my standards All this hatin boy I'm so past it You can shoot ya shot; get not answer Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her Drop a couple grams in my swisher Got some Lohan's for the addicts Nigga write the check and I'm at it Top floor like an attic 4 seasons in the hamptons Drop a couple grams in my swisher Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her I got the sauce and the recipe The hammers is always right next to me I got the sauce and the recipe Quit hatin nigga come flex wit me I got the sauce and the recipe The hammers is always right next to me I got the sauce and the recipe Wavy ass nigga shawty sweating me