The Sauce
๐ต 1968 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:51 duration
๐ ID: 30454973
๐ Lyrics
I'm tired of listenin' to your sorry ass
I'm workin' a goddamn job
That's what you do, sit and take up some of this shit
Take your big earring ass and go get yourself something to eat
My mom said, "Don't let 'em trouble you"
I'm outside with my shirt off
Drivin' the BMW, let me think
This cocaine came with the mink
Shootouts for a week, right across the street
Took him to the roof, Lord blew half his cheek
Shot rang off so loud, nigga crashed his Jeep
We in the field, big chain niggas get killed
We pop bottles after murders, don't get your Fila suit shot
I walk through the casino like 2Pac
Blowin' on OG kush, mixed with moon rocks, nigga
It's Swan and Cochise
I blow at the police, still cookin' up OB
We could bang some more
I'm tryna up close, shoot at your jaw
We the four finger ring niggas, coke galore
At fifteen I went to war, in the grocery store
It's been official, I wanna shoot your loved ones up
Medallions on the chain, the young King Tut, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
It's a jux, don't move, get your mind blown
We took his chain to the jeweler, it was rhinestone
A bunch of foul shooters in a fine home
Hop out the Uber, and they movin' like a cyclone
A million cash only prove a nigga mind's strong
Some nights I didn't eat, we couldn't keep the lights on
Stress wrapped around your chest like a python
Butter sauce impressed when you blessed with the right song
Runnin' round the 'jects 'til that white gone
Sellin' 'caine or that thing for your right arm
Some people money short, but they life long
Ice on the coat made from hide off the bison
Loyalty or death, yeah you know the procedure
I charge half for a chorus, whole O for a feature
My brodie Scott Caine keep the dope in the freezer
And it's wrapped in the plastic like some clothes from the cleaners
This is back out music
You could open up the strip, a new pack house to it
Keep the camera rollin' if you act out stupid
Plus the killers and the dealers all jack our movement
I'm workin' a goddamn job
That's what you do, sit and take up some of this shit
Take your big earring ass and go get yourself something to eat
My mom said, "Don't let 'em trouble you"
I'm outside with my shirt off
Drivin' the BMW, let me think
This cocaine came with the mink
Shootouts for a week, right across the street
Took him to the roof, Lord blew half his cheek
Shot rang off so loud, nigga crashed his Jeep
We in the field, big chain niggas get killed
We pop bottles after murders, don't get your Fila suit shot
I walk through the casino like 2Pac
Blowin' on OG kush, mixed with moon rocks, nigga
It's Swan and Cochise
I blow at the police, still cookin' up OB
We could bang some more
I'm tryna up close, shoot at your jaw
We the four finger ring niggas, coke galore
At fifteen I went to war, in the grocery store
It's been official, I wanna shoot your loved ones up
Medallions on the chain, the young King Tut, Lord
Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord
It's a jux, don't move, get your mind blown
We took his chain to the jeweler, it was rhinestone
A bunch of foul shooters in a fine home
Hop out the Uber, and they movin' like a cyclone
A million cash only prove a nigga mind's strong
Some nights I didn't eat, we couldn't keep the lights on
Stress wrapped around your chest like a python
Butter sauce impressed when you blessed with the right song
Runnin' round the 'jects 'til that white gone
Sellin' 'caine or that thing for your right arm
Some people money short, but they life long
Ice on the coat made from hide off the bison
Loyalty or death, yeah you know the procedure
I charge half for a chorus, whole O for a feature
My brodie Scott Caine keep the dope in the freezer
And it's wrapped in the plastic like some clothes from the cleaners
This is back out music
You could open up the strip, a new pack house to it
Keep the camera rollin' if you act out stupid
Plus the killers and the dealers all jack our movement
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.33] I'm tired of listenin' to your sorry ass
[00:03.07] I'm workin' a goddamn job
[00:04.46] That's what you do, sit and take up some of this shit
[00:06.25] Take your big earring ass and go get yourself something to eat
[00:12.73] My mom said, "Don't let 'em trouble you"
[00:15.25] I'm outside with my shirt off
[00:17.64] Drivin' the BMW, let me think
[00:20.50] This cocaine came with the mink
[00:22.86] Shootouts for a week, right across the street
[00:26.47] Took him to the roof, Lord blew half his cheek
[00:29.41] Shot rang off so loud, nigga crashed his Jeep
[00:32.58] We in the field, big chain niggas get killed
[00:35.75] We pop bottles after murders, don't get your Fila suit shot
[00:40.21] I walk through the casino like 2Pac
[00:42.83] Blowin' on OG kush, mixed with moon rocks, nigga
[00:47.51] It's Swan and Cochise
[00:49.27] I blow at the police, still cookin' up OB
[00:53.99] We could bang some more
[00:55.49] I'm tryna up close, shoot at your jaw
[00:58.89] We the four finger ring niggas, coke galore
[01:02.02] At fifteen I went to war, in the grocery store
[01:05.23] It's been official, I wanna shoot your loved ones up
[01:08.98] Medallions on the chain, the young King Tut, Lord
[01:16.15] Lord, Lord
[01:16.35] Lord, Lord
[01:20.50]
[01:32.30] It's a jux, don't move, get your mind blown
[01:35.49] We took his chain to the jeweler, it was rhinestone
[01:39.12] A bunch of foul shooters in a fine home
[01:41.88] Hop out the Uber, and they movin' like a cyclone
[01:45.35] A million cash only prove a nigga mind's strong
[01:48.52] Some nights I didn't eat, we couldn't keep the lights on
[01:52.01] Stress wrapped around your chest like a python
[01:54.92] Butter sauce impressed when you blessed with the right song
[01:58.69] Runnin' round the 'jects 'til that white gone
[02:01.47] Sellin' 'caine or that thing for your right arm
[02:04.55] Some people money short, but they life long
[02:08.04] Ice on the coat made from hide off the bison
[02:11.21] Loyalty or death, yeah you know the procedure
[02:14.05] I charge half for a chorus, whole O for a feature
[02:17.60] My brodie Scott Caine keep the dope in the freezer
[02:20.78] And it's wrapped in the plastic like some clothes from the cleaners
[02:23.96] This is back out music
[02:27.38] You could open up the strip, a new pack house to it
[02:30.95] Keep the camera rollin' if you act out stupid
[02:33.88] Plus the killers and the dealers all jack our movement
[02:51.62]
[00:03.07] I'm workin' a goddamn job
[00:04.46] That's what you do, sit and take up some of this shit
[00:06.25] Take your big earring ass and go get yourself something to eat
[00:12.73] My mom said, "Don't let 'em trouble you"
[00:15.25] I'm outside with my shirt off
[00:17.64] Drivin' the BMW, let me think
[00:20.50] This cocaine came with the mink
[00:22.86] Shootouts for a week, right across the street
[00:26.47] Took him to the roof, Lord blew half his cheek
[00:29.41] Shot rang off so loud, nigga crashed his Jeep
[00:32.58] We in the field, big chain niggas get killed
[00:35.75] We pop bottles after murders, don't get your Fila suit shot
[00:40.21] I walk through the casino like 2Pac
[00:42.83] Blowin' on OG kush, mixed with moon rocks, nigga
[00:47.51] It's Swan and Cochise
[00:49.27] I blow at the police, still cookin' up OB
[00:53.99] We could bang some more
[00:55.49] I'm tryna up close, shoot at your jaw
[00:58.89] We the four finger ring niggas, coke galore
[01:02.02] At fifteen I went to war, in the grocery store
[01:05.23] It's been official, I wanna shoot your loved ones up
[01:08.98] Medallions on the chain, the young King Tut, Lord
[01:16.15] Lord, Lord
[01:16.35] Lord, Lord
[01:20.50]
[01:32.30] It's a jux, don't move, get your mind blown
[01:35.49] We took his chain to the jeweler, it was rhinestone
[01:39.12] A bunch of foul shooters in a fine home
[01:41.88] Hop out the Uber, and they movin' like a cyclone
[01:45.35] A million cash only prove a nigga mind's strong
[01:48.52] Some nights I didn't eat, we couldn't keep the lights on
[01:52.01] Stress wrapped around your chest like a python
[01:54.92] Butter sauce impressed when you blessed with the right song
[01:58.69] Runnin' round the 'jects 'til that white gone
[02:01.47] Sellin' 'caine or that thing for your right arm
[02:04.55] Some people money short, but they life long
[02:08.04] Ice on the coat made from hide off the bison
[02:11.21] Loyalty or death, yeah you know the procedure
[02:14.05] I charge half for a chorus, whole O for a feature
[02:17.60] My brodie Scott Caine keep the dope in the freezer
[02:20.78] And it's wrapped in the plastic like some clothes from the cleaners
[02:23.96] This is back out music
[02:27.38] You could open up the strip, a new pack house to it
[02:30.95] Keep the camera rollin' if you act out stupid
[02:33.88] Plus the killers and the dealers all jack our movement
[02:51.62]