Boss Sauce lyrics

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Grid down, pen too
All in my mentals
I don't know why y'all do, we on fly sh*t
n*ggas used to it
Ride around or not

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
I'm a motherf*cking boss
Is you off? I can get you knocked off
Chains off, braid off, gotta tell 'em make soft
Wake off, take off, beat the f*cker break soft
You could see it in a minute that we 'bout to take off
Coming in to break the bank off
Sipping Henny, we can take a little chug of napalm
Hear the radio seeming like we hear the same song
Day long, tell these n*ggas where we came from

[Verse 2: JL]
We ain't never been no n*ggas on no fake sh*t
We ain't sitting on the wait sh*t
Simple 'cause we always been the opposite of basic
All that they can say is they sick, they sh*t
OT timing I have that we be putting in
Celebrating because dead or in jail we could've been
Could've been on the block still with them cleats in the field
Running with the n*ggas that we could've killed
Burning bridges, now we will
[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]
We been working up on a mil
Got the venomous in the skills
We run rap circles around, n*ggas around him
We started from the bottom then elevated the field
These b*tches be about it, as elevated the hymns

[Verse 4: JL]
Busy giving fans chills
We raising hell, you've heard of us
Not gon' stand still
JL and Stevie Stone murderous
Bringing up the bomb, b*tch that has got all the curvatures
Sauce is superfluous, showing up with the purchases
Watch us

[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Grid down, pen too
Get dough, getting mo'
All in my mentals
All presidential
I don't know why y'all do, we on fly sh*t
n*ggas used to it
New wave, new day
Ride around or not
Grid down, pen too
All in my mentals
I don't know why y'all do, we on fly sh*t
n*ggas used to it
Ride around or not
[Verse 5: Stevie Stone]
Since way back when we been living in the matrix
Other rappers gotta face it
Been working on my attitude, energy, and patience
So I go to paper chasing
I'm painting the perfect picture
We come from the ghetto
You n*ggas is jaw jacking, they flash that metal

[Verse 6: JL]
Baby you can see we working
Got a hard hat and shovel
This is high wave surfing
This a problem, this a level
This a motherf*cking boss day
What you call Strange, you just caught flames
n*ggas cough gang, let your balls hang
Focus on games, this is all stain (this is all stain?)
We get to the mula, never who you call lame

[Verse 7: Stevie Stone & JL]
Who you call lames, better watch how you talk mane
You an off-brand, I can have you n*ggas ordained
b*tch in y'all veins
Missing drawstrings, make 'em tighten up
Underestimating real ones, we enlighten them
[Hook: Stevie Stone]
Grid down, pen too
Get dough, getting mo'
All in my mentals
All presidential
I don't know why y'all do, we on fly sh*t
n*ggas used to it
New wave, new day
Ride around or not
Grid down, pen too
All in my mentals
I don't know why y'all do, we on fly sh*t
n*ggas used to it
Ride around or not