(D Dae) I got the sauce nigga I got the sauce nigga Bandhunta shit man, dumb ass nigga man Been doin' this shit man (Izzy makes this)
Gettin' the bands, spend it like nothin' You don't be drippin', boy you be bluffin' Just hit a lick, I turned nothin' to somethin'' She throwin' it at me but girl I don't want it People keep askin', who got the drip Cookin' the sauce, I was workin' my wrist Tell 'em stop askin', you know I be drippin' Cookin' the sauce like I work in the kitchen
Who got the sauce, nigga I got the sauce Who got the sauce, nigga I got the sauce Who got the sauce, nigga I got the sauce Drippin' on niggas watch out, swear to god 'Cause I got the sauce I got the sauce (uh) I got the sauce 'Cause I got the sauce (uh) I got the sauce I got the sauce
I got the sauce nigga, from workin' my wrist (uh) I be workin' my wrist (skrt skrt skrt) Watch where you step If you step where I was, watch the flood 'cause I drip (I'm drippin', I'm drippin') Shorty keep callin' my phone over nothin' She bouta get snipped (she bouta get cut) Nah we ain't beefin' for hoes that ain't real Tell that boy get a grip Boy we ain't beefin for nothin' But mention my name and them people is comin' Pull on yah block with them heaters in double Might roll down the tint and then people is comin' But back to the top, it bandhunta We bouta take off like a rocket designer Ain't nothin', you know that I got it Walk in the mall, if I want it I cop it (uh uh) So ask 'em like this (ask 'em like this) Who got the drip 'cause I'm drippin' (You know that I'm drippin') Throw me some work, man I go to the kitchen And watch how I flip 'em (I flip 'em, I flip 'em) I call up my youngin' but I don't say nothin' He know it's a mission (he bouta go get 'em) I send 'em a picture, a driver location That boy ain't to missin' (my shorties gon' hit 'em) I'm drippin' designer, drippin' designer, drippin' designer (You know that I got it) Walk in the club and I kidnap yah bitch Now you can't find her (where did she go) But now I don't want it so why would I bust in it Boy you can have her (uh you can have her) He say he wan't beef, put the 9 to his head Pull the trigger and splatter
Gettin' the bands, spend it like nothin' You don't be drippin', boy you be bluffin' Just hit a lick, I turned nothin' to somethin'' She throwin' it at me but girl I don't want it People keep askin', who got the drip Cookin' the sauce, I was workin' my wrist Tell 'em stop askin', you know I be drippin' Cookin' the sauce like I work in the kitchen
Who got the sauce, nigga I got the sauce Who got the sauce, nigga I got the sauce Who got the sauce, nigga I got the sauce Drippin' on niggas watch out, swear to god 'Cause I got the sauce I got the sauce (uh) I got the sauce 'Cause I got the sauce (uh) I got the sauce I got the sauce
We be draggin' harder than the rest of the niggas And chef on the pot with the recipe nigga Don't pour no one so the feedback is gone And I need clientele so I'm bustin' these niggas Drag over west, I'ma drag over east It don't matter, I'm even gon' drag overseas I'ma drag out in public, I drag in the streets If the [?] my niggas and drag on the beats Sad nigga, certified Blood on my hands, murder on my mind Name ringin', I'm on my shit Everywhere that I go, I be strapped with that 9 Let me squeeze if I tap it, go blat, he die Hit the gas, hit the trap, then I'm back on my grind Ugly bitch tryna talk, get the fuck off my line If you ain't fuckin' lil' bitch, then you wastin' my time Ran through a check like it's nothin' but fuck it I'm livin' this life and lil' nigga I love it Give me a gun like a pimple, I bust it Tell rappers like [?] told niggas to cut it [?] I doubt she'd want it She guns light the trash, when it's time I'ma dump it That bitch in my hand, I'ma blow like a trumpet It's your boy in the back and there's cum on his stomachTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
