Sauced

Yeah You-you-you-you-you-you I'm so sauced in this bitch You-you-you-you-you-you You wouldn't get it You wouldn't get it One day you might get it now As for me ain't telling how Gotta count this money like it's funny In my tummy I got percs I got muddy This shit feeling kinda lovely 'Till I'm back down On the ground Smell it like a bloodhound Got 'em scared I'm inbound I ain't gotta cap I'm that bad I'm that mad I'm so rad Are you mad that I cut you out my grass This is crazy I'm still kicking Thought I was finished for a minute I go back to back to back With my demons wearing black Now I think it's time for payback One wrong move and I'll attack You won't even see me coming Moving like a maniac I just want the AP I just want the Patek I'm still pouring up I'm still feeling like an addict I still load it up like this shit is automatic I'll still kill 'em all if they causing any havoc When I talk to god about you he already knew And when I talk to mums about it she ain't think it's true Maybe I'm too unfit I am just a misfit But I'm proud and I'll admit Think what you want I won't give a shit You wouldn't get it You wouldn't get it One day you might get it now As for me ain't telling how Gotta count this money like it's funny In my tummy I got percs I got muddy This shit feeling kinda lovely 'Till I'm back down On the ground Smell it like a bloodhound Got 'em scared I'm inbound I ain't gotta cap I'm that bad I'm that mad I'm so rad Are you mad that I cut you out my grass I got static like a maverick Everybody else is average I got blood all on my hands I been eating like a savage Taking all these backends Like I don't understand it Under black magic You could vanish Three two one counting down 'Till I'm blowing up I still pray to god I survive this double cup When you need me In your feelings I just wouldn't wanna be me You really don't wanna see me After fucking with ouija When I talk to god about you he already knew And when I talk to mums about it she ain't think it's true Maybe I'm too unfit I am just a misfit But I'm proud and I'll admit Think what you want I won't give a shit You wouldn't get it You wouldn't get it One day you might get it now As for me ain't telling how Gotta count this money like it's funny In my tummy I got percs I got muddy This shit feeling kinda lovely 'Till I'm back down On the ground Smell it like a bloodhound Got 'em scared I'm inbound I ain't gotta cap I'm that bad I'm that mad I'm so rad Are you mad that I cut you out my grass Woah Woah