SAUCE (feat. Vince Staples)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl

I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce

If she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss

I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got the sauce

(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)

Riding 'round town on Sunset (True)

Cali weed loud like Funk Flex (Funk Flex)

Road trips, low drip, don't rush shit (No)

No bitch-ass ****, no fuck shit (No)

No, no, fuck shit, get chin-checked (Yeah)

Treat a queen like a queen, don't give a bitch shit (No)

New whip, shit crawl like insects (Insects)

Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, gang fishnet (Fishnet)

Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, more problems (More problems)

Came, then a **** left, Obama (Obama)

Lame bitches get blocked, O-lineman (O-lineman)

Top called, ****, that ain't no problem (No, no)

Nice smile, they assume I'm such a nice guy (True)

Bougie ****, first class on the flight time (Ah)

Bougie ****, fuck a bitch from the right side (True)

Tell her if she got a friend, then I might slide (Slide)

Tell her that I need a friend a **** could show off

She ain't got goals, then ****, I'm so lost

I done fell in love from fucking some hoes raw (Yeah)

I done fell in love while getting some hoes off (True)

I done fell in love while doing some hoes ignant (Hoes ignant)

Ex called a ****, I don't listen (Don't listen)

First-class, I steer it in my pigment (My pigment)

Had to work to get it to roll different, yeah

I'm 'bout to slip (Yeah)

I don't fall (Yeah)

If I slip, I might crawl

I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce

(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)

If she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss (Yeah)

I might slip (Yeah)

I don't fall (Yeah)

I just drip (Norf)

I got the sauce

Who got the sauce? Who got the sauce? Yeah

Whip the rock with the Voss, yeah

Hit the block, chip the bars, yeah

Catch a P, Randy Moss, yeah

I don't rock with the police none

Don't ditch the Glock when the police come

They gon' shoot a **** anyway (Oh)

Any day of the week

Ain't a 'woofer, man, he whoopin' his feet

On the concrete

With my dawgs and the stick like a bomb suite

Cooking up, better duck like a Confit

'Cause it's on me

Ain't a **** living ever have to warn me

I was ready-ready, with the macaroni

Turn him into Makaveli, we be stackin' fetti (Yeah)

I don't ever wanna be a broke boy no more

Sold-out merch, sold-out tour

Mount Rushmore for the real ones, yeah

All my homies done killed some, yeah (Ay)

All my hommies done fucked time (That scale)

Some got all day and all night (We the homies, ****)

Some escape but we don't respect it

I'm so invested and so protected

We live corrections, all uncorrected

Snuck the FN in undetected

I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl

I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce

If she dip, that bitch loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss

I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got the sauce