SAUCE (Explicit)

SAUCE (Explicit) - REASON/Vince Staples

Lyrics by：Robert Gill

Composed by：Robert Gill

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I might slip I don't fall if I slip I might crawl

I just drip I got sauce I just drip I got sauce

If she dip that b***h loss I don't trip I'm a boss

I might slip I don't fall I just drip I got sauce

Riding 'round town on sunset

Cali w**d loud like Funk Flex

Road trips low drip don't rush s**t

No b***h a*s n***as no f**k s**t

No no f**k s**t get chin-checked

Treat a queen like a queen don't give a b***h s**t

New whip s**t crawl like insects

Lotta hoes lotta hoes gang fishnet

Lotta hoes lotta hoes more problems

Came then a n***a left Obama

Lame b***hes get blocked O-lineman

Top called n***a ain't no problem

Nice smile they assume I'm such a nice guy

Bougie n***a first class on the flight time

Bougie n***a f**k a b***h from the right side

Tell her if she got a friend then I might slide

Tell her that I need a friend a n***a could show off

She ain't got goals then n***a I'm so lost

I done fell in love from f**king some hoes raw

I done fell in love while getting some hoes off

I done fell in love while doing some hoes ign'ant

X called a n***a I don't listen

First-class I steer it in my pigment

Had to work to get it to roll different

I'm 'bout slip I don't fall

If I slip I might crawl

I just drip I got sauce I just drip I got sauce

If she dip that b***h loss I don't trip I'm a boss

I might slip I don't fall I just drip I got sauce

Who got the sauce who got the sauce huh

Whip the rock with the Voss yuh

Hit the block chip the bars yuh

Catch a P Randy Moss yuh

I don't rock with the police none

Don't ditch the Glock when the police come

They gon' shoot a n***a anyway

Any day of the week

Ain't a 'woofer man he whoopin' his feet on the concrete

With my dawgs and the stick like a bomb suite

Cooking up better duck like a confit

'Cause it's on me

Ain't a n***a living ever have to warn me

I was ready-ready with the macaroni

Turn him into Makaveli we be stackin' fetti

I don't ever wanna be a broke boy no more

Sold-out merch sold-out tour

Mount Rushmore for the real ones yeah

All my homies done killed some yeah

All my hommys done f**ked time

Some got d**e gangin' all night

Some escape but we don't respect it

I'm so invested and so protected

We live corrections all uncorrected

Snuck the F N in undetected

I might slip I don't fall if I slip I might crawl

I just drip I got sauce I just drip I got sauce

If she dip that b***h loss I don't trip I'm a boss

I might slip I don't fall I just drip I got sauce