MellowSauce lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$h]
She popping X, more Oz
Smell me as soon as I walk through the do'
Said it before, Hz nd coke
OG and Sour, don't pass me no dro
Or you catch me f*cking leaning, eyes looking real Krispy Kremeish
Glazed over, can't remain sober, days like Hangover
'cain Range Rover, so you hear a n*gga sincere
Cobain reincarnated, feel like I already been here
And I'm queasy off the White Remy, don't believe me?
b*tches in bikinis down to testify, like a n*gga pleading, I'm
Feeling like Eazy, black skully under that Cali sun
Hoes wanna go skiing in Hollywood but that snow goin come
To the hills, eat what you kill, you n*ggas meals, so f*cking real
Them n*ggas at CNN offering deals, b*tch

[Verse 2: RetcH]
Open a pound, break that sh*t down
Distribute the work and shut down the town
b*tch I want money and want that sh*t now
Pass the Febreeze cause this sh*t really loud
My mom going trip at the smell of this sh*t
Kicked out for the night had to call up my b*tch
Woke up to hot tea, pancakes, and grits
Before I hit the strip, had to suck on the tits
f*ck on the clit, she suck on my di*k
I give her a kiss, that's my motherf*cking b*tch
I'mma nasty ass n*gga, yeah I motherf*cking know
Asking bout my fit, yeah that's motherf*cking 'Lo
If it ain't 'Lo that's motherf*cking slow
If you ain't know that's a motherf*cking no
P to the O to the L to the O
n*ggas already know I be 'Lo to the flo'
And that's ER-Day, ho! Ain't no, say so
Might throw on that Champ hoody if I'm tryna be on my lay low
Trap wear, Trap gear, BC, we trap here
Got a yellow b*tch rolling off a pill and she stunting in the black dress with the black hair
She love when I f*ck her on the walls
Me and her scalp play tug of war
Her tongue and her throat, yeah they love my balls
She always in them Vickies, yeah I love them draws
I call my di*k "Chachi" and he love them jaws
Cops and the judge, yeah f*ck em all
Hating on a n*gga, I brush em off
Left a b*tch crib like, "We f*ck tomorrow?"
Yeah we f*ck tomorrow, said we f*ck tomorrow, we can f*ck tomorrow, we can f*ck all day
To that Lou Rawls sh*t from back in the day, Early Morning Love will be the song I sing
Tell a lil b*tch whatchu know bout me? I be on that pimp sh*t
Can't f*ck with you f*ck n*ggas call yall n*ggas be simping
b*tches..
Tell that b*tch she better call Tyrone!