Sauce’d Uhh

Lyrics

[Intro] (Digital Nas Made This Beat) [Verse] Mmm, Ayy, think we the same its a goddamn wrap (Hell nah) He a stain, he a stain, right? Don't give him that (He a stain) Pull out and aim pussy nigga run laps (Run laps) Sense a trap, it's a trap but I can't be broke so I trap I load the clip up while she count Stripper hoe, she my accountant (My accountant!) Got a few stacks, you best believe a nigga made a money - mountain (A Mountain!) Got these niggas pouting (Pouting) Got these hoes frowning (She frowning?) And I'm drunk as fuck and leanin' off these purple fountains Got some juice and pass some sauce with it and drown the - drought down I'm countin' pills and these capsules like its a damn countdown I see spaceships on Bankhead and she gon' give me head [?] Cause she love rose petals and her hair is red (is red!) Ok, you think he riding for you, trust me bro he not, ay (hell na) And you think she sliding for you boy trust me she not, ay (she Not!) And I'm sagging these Balmain's hell nah boy these my knots (that Cash) And you think that bitch a goddess but she really thot (uh-uh) And He think that im alone but I always call the shots I slap this stupid pussy nigga with my fuckin Glock Two pops since you think that you is Tupac (because you not!) And Im with my nigga Uno Pimpin Parkin lots ay (Uno!) Hit a lick and pulled a drought right on your block And I got the key to the city with the streets on lock Hoes need excuses to be hoes what you think this liquor for When you matching blunts with your enemies fuck you call them goals for If your third eye really open where your tool where your .44 You lookin like you know where Im from or about, pussy nigga no-no I need at least 36 blocks all made out of gold Ima need all of yo hoes, ima need all of yo hoes You act like you knowin these bullets they gon go right -through your clothes And these bitches so stuck up my nigga got a snobby nose I don't really trust these trolls, I don't really trust these trolls (God damn) And you all up on my fuckin- *tsk, you just don't [?] uh To the [?] Take a [?] And I got a fuckin- its got a [?] And Im gettin presents all day like the North Pole You gon feel my presence cuz I gave that bitch a pole And She reaching on that pole And my wrist is froze, everything I say is so hot but yet so cold Nigga [?] and I got this bitch iced out Cuttin blocks on the street, nigga you gon have to reroute (?) Two lines on me two totes on me Two Chris Haslam's my Jesus piece Two sluts with me, double cup up me Im high as fuck don't rush at me Deuces when you 'whats up' at me She came with you but she blush at me Im gon buss back if you bust at me!