Sauce Body lyrics

[Intro]
Whooy
Mhmm
Yeah

[Chorus]
Big booty b*tches walking when it's hot outside
n*gga dead in the car on the passenger side
Had a switch in his left
He was thinking of slide
He ain't even get to pour, a n*gga watered him down
Grass dead in my hood, it ain't no water outside
This a South Park in the summer, where it really go down
Auntie arguing at the store, finna fight in the line
b*tch, they made us spill the liquor a cigarette hit the ground
Yeah, n*gga getting money
Maybach, differеnt kinds
I could spit some punch lines, but therе's pain on my mind
You ever seen your mamma stab a needle vein and then dying
Daddy losing every job, he feels like wasting his time
We was faced to do crime
I couldn't be no good Samaritan
I'd rather half-human when you African-American treat you like a monster every room you walk they stare again
So f*ck it, I'm the boogie man
I'm buying a new coup again
My roof is in
65 bands going Super-Sayjian
Really going Majin Buu, it's black and pink flying trough
Sauce got so much flavor, I make Billie Eilish tie my shoe
Rappers losing raiders like the Tommy season one and two
f*ck the views, I got b*tches clocking millions on the cruise
She ain't riding carnival but she about to stunt a move
Acrobat, flipping the cat while she passing it back but she after the stacks
Dibble and Dabble, they're dropping their numbers like Rappers she paying me after that
Driving no traffic, I'm riding a b*tch with a setter, that's really my habitat
Till the winter you wrestle, you still do rather we getting your soul detached
Then I need a b*tch I'll smack her ass, with no pat on, she gon' eat all of that
*Clap, Clap*
Draco attached
*Clap, Clap*
Blow out her back
Can’t trust the people you love that, sh*t for real
Jump in the car with your closest kin, to get you robbed and get killed
Better slow down, sit still
He want a 30, big pill
It was a “pressed” full of that “fet”
He in the hoes-pi-tal
Talking too much, b*tch chill
TRX Truck, big wheels
It got a tune, vroomity vroom
I leave a Hellcat still
She want a guy, I want the sky
I told the b*tch climb here
You wasn't there, and you was trash, you bought them cheap-ass veneers
Lemeers
Hunnid large, double ears
Got some big homies on the yard, hundred years
14 years strong, not a card from his kids
Think about your babies when that rod in your hands
When you really balling, you got broads in the stands
Switches on them googles, wifi I don’t never jam
“Peso” ain’t a chef but he sizzlin a lamb
I'm in Taste Bar, all pink killer cam