Sauce

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around) I fuck around (I fuck around) But y'all already knew that shit (yeah) And I run the whole game, untamed Bringin' bags to the bank (uh) Yeah, I really do that shit And I'm rollin' with the top–back Run that track (yeah) With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (woo) And a pocket full of Adderall I'm just here to have a ball After all I got the sauce that y'all lack Got the sauce like Heinz off in time, seat up in my cars Reclined, I'm off, so don't fall behind Check lost and found, I think I really lost my mind Call my bluff? Shit, y'all can't even call my line (nah) My inbox always filled like my bottle of pills Thank God for modern medicinе, my doctor refills However you feel, if you gеt to steppin' for real I'll pull up with my dogs and coupe, Cruella DeVille's With the syllables, I be villainous, brain limitless Never follow rules, I rule the school syllabus Underground's the land of which I am indigenous And I grew up in a few methods of photosynthesis Puttin' down roots in the game that go deeply Carve out my own lane and flow freely For W-E-B-B-Y believe me, killin' this shit is so easy I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around) I fuck around (I fuck around) But y'all already knew that shit (yeah) And I run the whole game, untamed Bringin' bags to the bank (uh) Yeah, I really do that shit And I'm rollin' with the top–back Run that track (Yeah) With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (woo) And a pocket full of Adderall I'm just here to have a ball After all I got the sauce that y'all lack I got the sauce like Motts, jaws'll drop when I spit it Written her off the top like a balding spot I'm scalding hot, jackass Johnny Knoxville Still the real deal, I karate chop You with the force in a major way (yeah) That just be my day to day (yeah) Pull up in the UFO (yeah) Shoot you with a laser ray Little bit of powder on the counter that's a fade away Cuttin' lines like a Peaky Blinder with the razor blade Gotta make a way, I play the whole keeps Ridin' dirty in the Range and duckin' the police Got a cold steez while I run these dope beats (yeah) Get my record spins like it got drunk and smoked weed Yeah, they know it's Webby with the rollin' paper double wide (yeah) Wrappin' up like I been learnin' how to mummify So I wonder why, they still askin' who the fuck am I? Here, let me summarize I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around) I fuck around (I fuck around) But y'all already knew that shit (yeah) And I run the whole game, untamed Bringin' bags to the bank (uh) Yeah, I really do that shit And I'm rollin' with the top–back Run that track (yeah) With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (woo) And a pocket full of Adderall I'm just here to have a ball After all I got the sauce that y'all lack