Gators
Y'all thought I lost it
I got the sauce bitch
Now I'm saucing
Y'all though I lost it
I got the sauce bitch
Now Im saucing
I go retarded I got the sauce bitch
I said Im back Sam Tate y'all thought I lost it
Put them Gators on yo chest like a Lacrosse Fit
Yea Im smart but I don't play for Boston
Smoking on good power no Austin
Smoking on good power no Austin
Feeling like Jim Jones I be ballin
He mad cause his main bitch calling
And I had her off the trees like Tarzan
Uh Yea Ima real player
I been saucing shit up since a teenager
Now I got the choppa kicking like a Power Ranger
If you see his body drop then he in danger
Born to be a star
About to come with me sacue than a salad bar
About to come with more sauce than a pasta bar
Caught a nigga slipping at the Olive Garden
He didn't won't no smoke like a vapor cart
If a nigga taking shit then ima erase his heart
Put his brains in the air and smell what he thought
Now I'm bout to run it back like Marshall Faulk
Yea I come with the sauce
Sam Tate since a youngin boy I been a boss
Ask Rick Ross yea I got the sauce
Yea a nigga got the sauce
I said Im back Sam Tate y'all thought I lost it
Put them Gators on yo chest like a Lacrosse Fit
Yea Im smart but I don't play for Boston
Smoking on good power no Austin
Smoking on good power no Austin
Feeling like Jim Jones I be ballin
He mad cause his main bitch calling
And I had her off the trees like Tarzan
I got the sauce bitch
Now I'm saucing
Y'all though I lost it
I got the sauce bitch
Now Im saucing
I go retarded I got the sauce bitch
I said Im back Sam Tate y'all thought I lost it
Put them Gators on yo chest like a Lacrosse Fit
Yea Im smart but I don't play for Boston
Smoking on good power no Austin
Smoking on good power no Austin
Feeling like Jim Jones I be ballin
He mad cause his main bitch calling
And I had her off the trees like Tarzan
Uh Yea Ima real player
I been saucing shit up since a teenager
Now I got the choppa kicking like a Power Ranger
If you see his body drop then he in danger
Born to be a star
About to come with me sacue than a salad bar
About to come with more sauce than a pasta bar
Caught a nigga slipping at the Olive Garden
He didn't won't no smoke like a vapor cart
If a nigga taking shit then ima erase his heart
Put his brains in the air and smell what he thought
Now I'm bout to run it back like Marshall Faulk
Yea I come with the sauce
Sam Tate since a youngin boy I been a boss
Ask Rick Ross yea I got the sauce
Yea a nigga got the sauce
I said Im back Sam Tate y'all thought I lost it
Put them Gators on yo chest like a Lacrosse Fit
Yea Im smart but I don't play for Boston
Smoking on good power no Austin
Smoking on good power no Austin
Feeling like Jim Jones I be ballin
He mad cause his main bitch calling
And I had her off the trees like Tarzan
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Writer(s): Samuel Tate
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