Green Jaguar

Sauce, 1600 bitch
We spitting facts
Approximately four of us we never lack
But hold up baby let me keep it a stack
Im the Sauce God baby my pockets aint strapped nah
My Pockets full
Let me show you what really is a young bull
I've been serving these plates but im never full
Gotta count up these racks only blue strips are good uh aye sauce
Uh uh uh okay
Rip another crock then I face it
Forgiato rims in my basement
Shorty pour my cup please don't lace it
Fuck, I think she laced it
Double cup, yeah I'm sipping every day sike
Never rip the double cup in my day uh
Bad bitch gotta bubble butt, bring to my crib and then you know whats up
Im the sauce god, whats up
Let me take you out, imma show you how to have fun
I know the other niggas, they all be acting real dumb
I promise to protect you, like you were my fucking mom
Im searching for some play
I promise imma slay
I'm gonna stack these bands up till the end of my day, bitch, sauce



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Taveras
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