Always Saucy

Ho It's a lovely day Haha Yah, yah Ayy When I wake up, I go straight to the weed Man, I just need to smoke, ayy Then I get up and go Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy I don't got much but love All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy Yeah, know I'm ready to roll Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy And by the way, we gettin' high today Heaven's to Betsy, your bitch on my testies I hit it like Messi, a mile away (ooh) Like what's up with you? Feel like Shamu, 'boutta ride the wave (Shamu) Gravy come through for your boo Fly away to your bitch like What's up? How you doin'? Fuck some, PT cruisin' At the club, I'm perusin' Bust a nut and keep it movin' That's that money talk (whoa) Gravy got the club doin' bunnyhops I got the mighty Dodge V4 on my watch And you must've got your shit at Craigswrist When I wake up, I go straight to the weed Man, I just need to smoke, ayy Then I get up and go Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy I don't got much but love All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy Yeah, know I'm ready to roll Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy (yuh, yuh, yuh, okay) I'm 'bout to log off (uh-huh), 'bout to nod off (uh-huh) Askin' all these questions, I start resemble Nardwuar (uh) Trick, huh? Ta-da, some rock Prada Used to sell them drugs, always showed 'em like a sawed-off Half made 'em start up, thought I was a narco Read between the line with me, I'm somethin' like a barcode His white tee, you make the bread, thought he make it sorrow Seats in the whips same color bone marrow Shh, I smell an enemy in the vicinity And when the battle begins, I turn to an entity Killin' shit like my last name was Kennedy State killin' shit like shit is named Kennesy Friend of me, enemies ain't the half you pretend to be Only percentage of what I let you fuck niggas be Sicker sauce, roll like carb patties with Jelly Bean Built different, what you see in my damn anatomy, bitch? When I wake up, I go straight to the weed Man, I just need to smoke, ayy Then I get up and go Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy I don't got much but love All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy Yeah, know I'm ready to roll Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy Winter's in the backpack 'Bout to buy the whole city in the Blackjack You know Trippy keep it flippin' like a flapjack If I'm goin' up north, then I go to my source (yeah) But you stay in my course like a black cat (uh) Had bad luck, baby, but I passed that Now it's just a little something I can laugh at I just wanna get lit where the cool kids is Where the wild things are, I'm a goddamn star We about them bucks, we about them bars If I ever get stuck, I don't gotta restart I just need to get high, better land on Mars Gotta lend my broads, gotta get a new car I just want another 'cause you breakin' my heart I'm on another level, what you thinkin'? Trippy gotta quit the drinkin' Ayy, when I wake up, I go straight to the weed Man, I just need to smoke, ayy Then I get up and go Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy I don't got much but love All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy Yeah, know I'm ready to roll Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy When I wake up, I go straight to the weed Man, I just need to smoke, ayy Then I get up and go Straight to the liquor store, bottle of woes, ayy I don't got much but love All of my homies are waitin' outside, ayy Yeah, know I'm ready to roll Smokin' on hundreds, I'm ready to die, ayy