3 Much Sauce (feat. YNS Lelo)

I Need that Cash

It's yo Idol

YNS

Straight off the back I get right to the front
Post on the block and I'm holding the pump
You is a rat and you stank from the jump
Snakes in the grass and I'm rakin 'em up
Walk on the block and I'm Shakin it up
Beam on the Glock when I'm aiming it up
You is a pussy, you rookie, you crumble like cookies
You know you not hanging with us
Laughing at you because you is so funny
You see the stick so just gimmie the money
Niggas be talking that shit, when I cock and I click
Just watch how that kid get to running
Drop that ass low and then pick it back up
Big booty bitch and she cannot get up
You need some help wit that ass?
I wink and she laugh
She know that I'm just tryna fuck
Boogie G Beat
You hear the G So you know that its Me
I fucked that bitch nutted right on her sheets
Reached in her pocket and I stole her keys
Copied them bitches and gave 'em to Lee
He hit the door in a couple of weeks
I play the dummy like it wasn't Me
Bend over baby hold on to them knees
And I Beat And I hit from the back
Made her lay flat and then I broke her back
She want some more so she keep coming back
She brought her friend and the story began
We had a threesome and I got it in
I don't want you no more, I want ya friend
Jump out the Audi, hop right in the Benz
Lil bro a demon, that nigga my twin
We peeling and then

Hop in that beamer Go Fast
Call me speed demon I fuck up the dash
Swerving off dope but a nigga won't crash
When I do hits know I got on my mask
Hold up wait
Go check yo stash
Yo money falling yo bank not gone last
Flooded out rollie my wrist look like glass
Niggas switch up for a lil piece of ass
No, I cannot fold up, know my money go up
Lil homie boney he just need to grow up
When she suck my dick the bitch almost throw up
We robbing the bank tell the teller she owe us
Bitches be on us
I flex my money now she on my Jonas
Indian bitch I swear she Pocahontas
That lil bitch just want cause of my hundred's
We just gone run her
Beat it up, beat it up, Floyd
Fuck in my Tommy pants no corduroys
Bitches be acting like Iam they boy
They only can get dick if they loose they toy
I got some niggas that handle the mission
Shoot at yo lip watch them bullets come kiss you
Bitch we the MOB and we don't no pictures
We use the @ button if we have a issue
I swear these niggas be softer than tissue
All that sneak dissing gone make niggas hit you
Don't think im loyal bitch you know I pimp you
Got all these bitches so how can I miss you
I took ya main bitch you know that I hit
That lil bitch going off a compliment
Red on the bottom of my Loubotins
All white on top its like a pepper mint, don't step on my kicks

Don't Step on my Kicks
Mix-match Designer, you still wearing fits
I cannot fuck with that bitch if she switch
Double-dutch diamonds, I switched up my shit
I was OT fuckin 'round wit them Crippers
I know some Hoovers and I know some 6ixers
Rolling around with them 30's and blickers
Talk that shit rob you right out of yo Knickers
I know some Neighbors, juggin them capers
Tote them pipes even though they on them papers
Boy you not ready to beef wit a Gangster
Bullet proof vest but you cannot duck lasers
Bullets be shopping, pop you like a tag
I cannot find my way out of this bag
Pull up in Lams, I did not want the Jag
Skrt 'til I crash
Tomorrows not promised so live like my last

Ball like a Pacer
I got some ice on me just like a skater
Im not gone save her
Im just gone slave her
Get caught up I don't give no fuck ima player
Make her do labor, hit then I trade her
We run the city I feel like the Mayor
She know ima don
I got this pump on me everywhere I go like a carry-on
Double D cup that's what im bussing on
Yes im yo idol treat you like my son
Niggas not dressing what do got on
All of yo drip man its past over done

You not a Gangster but carry a Gun
Boogie G Boogie, boy you better run
Hands to the sky we stick 'em up wit Pumps
Taking yo funds
And I'll have Lelo go and Stitch 'em up