Tarter Sause (feat. Kase)

My producers high Remember days I ain't even have a dollar to my name So I got to move smarter ya I got to grind harder Everyone got watches and everyone got chains I was never the father so I'm popping my collar Big body size of two cars when I'm switching my lanes I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter Moving like a boss you ain't bout shit Pull up in a Benz hold up let me change my outfit Selling all that pack for the profit I ain't really had no option Brewing up that potion sipping to much hold up caution Caution wait Why these niggas hate Why these bitches want to date And I just want to fuck they face Leave me alone Like Fivio said you already know the deal Bitch shut up give me head Leave the nut all up on the bed And your boyfriend at home or work Yeah that nigga gone be sad And you heard what I said When I'm spitting on the mic All these bitches want to date me All these niggas want to fight All these bitches want to blow me All these bitches get the pipe All the niggas want to hold me So these niggas get the pipe too Got a freak bitch in the space coupe Giving face got me swerving in and out of lanes on the interstate Hopped up out the May So I'm smoking till I levitate I got to medicate Put you on how you finna hate Save that for a later day If that money call I'm never late On my grind everyday Like I'm playing Skate Pouring like it's minute maid Smoking on that lemon haze Crunch time Whole life Frito Lays bitch Remember days I ain't even have a dollar to my name So I got to move smarter ya I got to grind harder Everyone got watches and everyone got chains I was never the father so I'm popping my collar Big body size of two cars when I'm switching my lanes I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter Had to get that bag by any means Before it's too late Pack a three five wood Yeah that's a eighth Smoke it to the face Making money moves all twenty twenty I ain't fucking with no lames Steady hopping on my wave Can you stay in your own lane No we not the same I'm chasing checks You chasing other things I'm chasing so many zeros Got me going insane Pulled out my gadget lock Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne Red dot green beam I don't know I'm just saying Popped up at the party in a Benz Had to make it rain Left with a bitch and her friend Skirted off in a Range I'm all go I'm never stopping for no red light Smoke a blunt pop a Addy We'll be fucking all night I'm zooming down the ninety five I'm smoking till I'm stupid high I'm fucking on shorty Even though I know she got a guy He mad for no reason Let's just put this jealousy aside You want fades on sight silly Billy Let this lock decide All my brothers down to ride All my homies down to slide That's a different topic Talk about it at a different time Remember days I ain't even have a dollar to my name So I got to move smarter ya I got to grind harder Everyone got watches and everyone got chains I was never the father so I'm popping my collar Big body size of two cars when I'm switching my lanes I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter And when my homie died I feel like I had grinded for two people Nigga not me You niggas is some hoes if I catch you in that lobby I'm smoking shit like a cigar meet Niggas hoes don't give a fuck I pull off your bitches clothes And leave her gone I told that bitch call Uber or Lyft I'm ain't taking you home I'm not a ride I'm to legit I'm to legit for that shit And all these hoes wanna trick I trick or treat for that bitch And all my niggas legit You got one strike Nigga this ain't bowling in this bitch I ain't fighting in this bitch I ain't doing none of that If you niggas want to fight We can take it to the back Of the Cadillac Have your bitch screaming in that shit Like ah jack you better let me out Nigga hell nah