Lil Uzi Vert

" Sauce Real Hard* " lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
And n*ggas don't know I've been wearing this Rick sh*t (On God)
Y'all just gettin' to it (On God)
And that's on everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Beep), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god
Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
All hundreds on a n*gga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
I got b*tches that's on top of b*tches, yeah
I got bottom b*tches, I got top b*tches, yeah
Make her suck my di*k way before I finish, yeah
Man, my fingers itchin' then my palms itchin', yeah
Presidential Rollie my wrist, huh?
Look at my watch when it bang ho
They say, "Uzi, why you the same for?"
There's Margiela on me, no plain clothes
I stay in this sh*t like I can't go
Mortal Kombat my chain just like Kano
I don't wan' talk about bankroll
I say hi to my haters like Maino (Haters)
I cannot be 'round the fake, no
You know I got to stay in my game, oh
Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good
Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo
Undercover, f*ck the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a pack (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no)
Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen)
Me and her friends f*cked, you know it's a balance (Yeah)
I saw your girl walkin', she had a fatty (Ayy)
You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? (Ayy)
Everything I touch a classic (Ayy)
I'm in my mode, you can't touch me, I'm passive (Ayy)
I kept it straight ever since I f*cked Ashley (Yeah)
That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy
I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty
First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy
That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan, damn
I barely made it to France, yeah
Rocks in my socks like [?], yeah
Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
Why you think I am a target? Yeah
Smokin' on gas, got no [?], uh
Turned to a man (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Oh my god (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
And if he say that it's up, then it's up (Yeah, okay)
You know we don't give no f*cks (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin' the cut (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin' it up (Okay, okay, okay)
No, I'm not lockin' it tight (Okay)
No, I can't f*ck with these guys (Okay)
Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah (Drive it)
Get in that b*tch and I'm drivin' it, yeah
None of my jewelry be light
All of this jewelry, it's ice
I can tell that these n*ggas been bitin'
They gon' take all my sh*t and hide it
Said I'm gon' roll with that b*tch like the [?]
Said she gon' f*ck on that di*k like I'm [?]
Feel so confident, b*tch, I'm not lyin'
Put that cash on your head, watch your mind (Yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my nine
Off a pill and I feel like I'm flyin' (Yeah)
I'm so high, b*tch, I feel like I'm dying
I got high and I f*cked on a dyke (Yeah)
f*cked that thot and I did me a crime
Free my partners that's doin' the time (Okay, okay)
I bet they can't come at me lyin' (Come at me lyin')
My b*tch, she be thinkin' 'bout [?] (Ah yeah)
I'm on 350, yeah, slidin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Slurpin' that sh*t, it ain't bad for me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I [?] chrome, lil' b*tch
Could've bought me a home, lil' b*tch (Okay, yeah)
You know I'm bringin' the steel (Okay)
I got my pints out the mail (I got my pints)
Plus I got guns like a shield (Plus I got guns like a shield)
Everything, yeah, Moncler (Yeah, yeah)
I'm too rich to be frail (Okay)
I ain't ever tuck my tail (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm givin' them hell (Givin' them hell)
b*tch, we givin' them hell (Givin' them hell)
Never play fair (Nah)
I done ran through some paper (Yeah)
Different coupe, yeah, I don't know the flavor (Okay)
I got sh*t down, save it for later (What?) (Yeah)
I'ma stunt on all these b*tches
Lame n*ggas keep [?]
My ho, she Swiss, she different
These hoes, they know I'm different
These mans can't [?] it
Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes
Don't touch my [?], b*tch
I took the Rolls-Royce outside, b*tch

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, Playboi Carti & Both]
(Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Okay), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Okay)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)

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