Gunna

"Sauce Like This (Remix)"

[Intro]
Lil Purpp
Flossing, saucing
n*gga can't floss like this
Yeah (Blit)
Blit (Slatt)
Blit, blit (Ooh!)
Blit!

[Chorus]
He can't sauce like this (No)
He can't floss like this (Blah, ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Yeah, yeah, ooh, blit, blit)
He can't sauce like this (Huh? Blit)
He can't floss like this (Ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Sauce like this)

[Verse]
When I used to go to school, b*tch I never had a pencil (Gang)
So I said f*ck school, gave myself early dismissal (Ayy)
Le-let that n*gga run up on me, I'ma blow him like a whistle (Blit)
Ain't no baby guns right here, b*tch I'm known to keep a missile (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I said eighteen years old, gave myself early dismissal (Let's go)
Nineteen years old, bought my Rollie presidential (Flash)
(Huh?), b*tch my n*ggas been official
If the police come around, shh, don't speak to officials (Yeah, uh)
I'm at your door, kick in that b*tch and I knock it like dominoes (Kick, huh?)
f*ck on your ho, that b*tch real basic
I need me like five of those (Like five of those)
I keep a gun (Huh?), and all my n*ggas you know we extended those (Blit, blit)
n*gga talk sh*t, uh, hold on, ooh, kill 'em like TerRio (Blit)

[Chorus]
He can't sauce like this (No)
He can't floss like this (Blah, ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Yeah, yeah, ooh, blit, blit)
He can't sauce like this (Huh? Blit)
He can't floss like this (Ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Sauce like this)
He can't sauce like this (No)
He can't floss like this (Blah, ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Yeah, yeah, ooh, blit, blit)
He can't sauce like this (Huh? Blit)
He can't floss like this (Ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Sauce like this)

[Outro]
He can't sauce like this
He can't floss like this
He can't sauce like this (Ooh, huh?)
He can't sauce like this
He can't floss like this
He can't sauce like this (Yuh)

Verse 2: Gunna:
I got a b*tch like Keisha off of Belly
Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
20s on me, I call 'em green relish
Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished
Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly
PH in the sky, we got 'em already
PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it
Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit
I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
Worked all my life and now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded
I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
I held him down, that n*gga was my celly
f*ck you f*ck n*ggas, devil made me heartless
Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless
Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party
I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
Police's cases, all that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
I shown all my love, I've never been a bully
Got every color VLONE hoodie
Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie
I got this sauce, cream and puddin'
I came with the drip, got everybody lookin'
Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in


[Chorus]
He can't sauce like this (No)
He can't floss like this (Blah, ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Yeah, yeah, ooh, blit, blit)
He can't sauce like this (Huh? Blit)
He can't floss like this (Ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Sauce like this)
He can't sauce like this (No)
He can't floss like this (Blah, ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Yeah, yeah, ooh, blit, blit)
He can't sauce like this (Huh? Blit)
He can't floss like this (Ooh)
He can't sauce like this (Sauce like this)

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