11:15 Flow

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce

Um, yeah

EB the mob

Free Lil Joe

Bitch, I'm going hard and it's another one

She ain't even shy

Chew the dick up like it's bubble gum

In love with the gang, she gonna chill and give my brother some

In love with this chopper, shoot this bitch like it's a Tommy gun

I ain't wanna fuck, she gonna come since she seen the money come

Call that **** T, give me glass, I need a honey bun

Hit my cousin, Flex, I ain't talking about from 1 on 1

Get your ass stumped around this bitch, ain't no one-on-ones

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce

Yeah, after this I'm going legendary

I don't wanna pick up my phone, I need a secretary

Run up, you get hit with the first and then a secondary

All my opps dead, I guess they grew up in a cemetery

Yeah

Dre P and Dre G, this shit legendary

They made a top ten and didn't say me, watch it get scary

I hear her, her sister and her friend, call it hereditary

I grew up on 260, after 12:00, this shit get scary

It's D-R-E, Dre Peezy, sipping Don P

I told her if we fucking, bring the gang 'cause I got mine with me

I got AD shooting, Dre G, he got LeBron with him

I'm in a soccer van, shit, I probably got your moms with me

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce

And if she with me, she a stuffer

This bitch said she'll do anything

Her percs probably got the nine in it

I got the water boiling in the kitchen, Dre, let's drop a nine in it

She told me I was cute but she want bro and I was fine with it

It's time to turn up on these boys, keep your distance

Give my bitch everything she want, wishlist

Don't lose your life in the streets, you trying to build an image

Unc used to lift weights before they had a Planet Fitness

Sick and tired of these **** pillow talking to these bitches

Like she wasn't gonna tell me she only fuck with the realest

Any cool points that you got from me, just forget it

Real mob ties, any time we talk, **** listen

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce

Real bad boy, been hopped off the porch without permission

My mommy used to ask me why my favorite room was the kitchen

To tell the truth, it's 'cause I caught my step pops in there mixing

Then he served that shit to my Ti Ti and she was Christian

Dre G, let's set the record straight

Let's put these **** on their ass and make them meditate

My bitch want a fatter ass and a slimmer waist

And I told her that she will after I make this play

Yeah, for real

I'm in the booth but turn me up because it's getting hot

Keep two clips 'cause if I miss, then we gonna spin the block

And yeah, I came up from the bottom climbing to the top

It's me and JoJo on the eight, was trying to beat the block

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce

Was trying to make like nine-to-five 'cause we don't function clocks

And I ain't wanna hit your ho because my **** knocked

Her transmission going out, I hear the engine knocking

You want some war up in the streets, then we can get it popping

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce