Sauce Taylor Gang Freestyle

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[Intro] Oh Aw, shawtie, turn me up some (Damn, Quad, this shit bang) Damn, Quad What? Ha, a nigga twistin' up some motherfuckin' gas Motherfuckin' drippin' at the same time I call it multi-taskin', Sauce (Hey) [Verse] Yeah, it's fourth down, I'ma go for it And I see snakes, had to cut, I'm the lawnmower Shrimp-ass nigga, I'ma call him a po' boy Moved out the hood, you can call me Uncle Elroy And she ate the meat, call her a carnivore Pull up from the three, feeling like Brandon Roy She born in France, I told the bitch, "bonjour" I don't want the bitch 'cause her breath stink, had to give her Altoids Hold on Quad, where the beat at? Ooh, bring it back I'm a big mack, drive a Benz, not a Cadillac Got a hundred Bs in the trap where you can find me at Getting no sleep, think a nigga caught insomniac Sippin on lean, treat shit like Similac Yeah, I wanted cheese, but I ain't hanging with the rats And I brought a Black bitch 'cause she look just like Kyla Pratt Talkin' to my dawg like I'm Dr. Dolittle It was time at dinner, had to eat beef noodles Only one life, I can't redo it Catch me a opp, burn his ass like a Toaster Strudel Been getting money, had to hustle on the avenue Hit the plug twice and the boy had no clue And I drip sauce, even when I'm on ProTools Yeah, I'm going Super Saiyan, got a nigga feeling like Goku On Sauce Ooh, yeah, Super Saiyan Ooh, yeah, Sosamann What? No, I ain't Superman But I got drums like a damn band, blam with the cannon Nigga shooting shots like a cameraman Had to fuck the bitch while she was doing a handstand Down in LA Got me feeling like a Rams fan Hanging with my white boy, but he not Lil Xan Give this dude 50 piece in a big Sprinter van Where I'm from the south, I ain't talking bout ambulance Quad on the beat, I could give a fuck about a Timberland But a nigga feeling like Missy, beep-beep Who got the keys to the Jeep? Got two freaks And they both look real petite and they grabbing on my meat Wanna suck like a leech, I ain't chasing no dream No, my name not Meek, yeah, I'm living this shit I ain't gotta go to sleep And I mean every single word that I speak Gotta stay sharp, just like a crease, ooh Young nigga rep Sauce Taylor Gang And I let my nuts hang, yeah, I do gangbang I'm a bounty hunter, big dawg, but not on a chain Long live Prince 'cause we pouring up purple rain I can't fuck with the lil' nigga 'cause he too lame And you ain't getting no money, nigga, that's a damn shame [Outro] Damn, on Sauce Ooh, broke-ass nigga Ha, potential, mane You gon' get a whole bunch of money Then gon' do this shit the right way Drip sauce all around the motherfuckin' country, you know what I'm sayin'? Sauce Taylor Gang shit, man, know what I'm sayin'? Got Quad on the motherfuckin' beat, know what I'm sayin'? And engineerin', a cat rollin' up a whole bunch on the plane, know what I'm sayin'? I'm smokin' big Backwoods, ooh Feel me? Ooh-ooh Drip