Style (Ain't No Sauce)

Stone Kold Ivan
Ay pass me my shrooms, bro
Pass me my tabs, too
Yeah
I say fuck what it cost
I got style, ain't no sauce
Niggas gon stay hating on you
I can not take a loss
Shawty pull up one me cause she know that I'm a boss
Hit her straight from the back cause Her pussy taste like Voss
I got ice on my bitch
I put ice on my wrist
We so fly, we the shit
I wake up
Get the dough is on top of the list
On the move, I don't sit
Own my own I'm Yung Stone
Throw it up, I don't miss

Look at my dreads, them bitches blonde huh
Look in my bed, a wonderful time huh
Look at that girl, yeah She fine huh
Look at my bread, I never decline huh

I Got better rhymes huh
I'm a star I'm gonna shine huh
He say he know me, we all know he lying huh
A hater I keep some of those
All of y'all got the same flow
Didn't do college I'm a pro
Leave her with me she get chose
She never stand on her toes
Swept that bitch right off her feet
Swept that bitch right off her feet
TLC that bitch a creep
She said this number you keep
after I fuck I delete
That bitch ain't gon do the same thing to me
Don't forget that she belong to the streets

I say fuck what it cost
I got style, ain't no sauce
Niggas gon stay hating on you
I can not take a loss
Shawty pull up one me cause she know that I'm a boss
Hit her straight from the back cause Her pussy taste like Voss
I got ice on my bitch
I put ice on my wrist
We so fly, we the shit
I wake up
Get the dough is on top of the list
On the move, I don't sit
Own my own I'm Yung Stone
Throw it up, I don't miss

I'm legit, moving weight & I can't quit
Bitch I'm lit, you kan tell just by my fit
He get picked, he fumble when he get hit
That's how it get, when you want money that's quick
To get close, it's a fee
My attention ain't for free
I got hoes on they knees
All they wanna do is please
I'm at ease with the shits
My flow must be a disease
Fuck that bitch in the car
She tapped out, such a tease
Niggas wanna beef with me they must be ready for defeat
I'm in Texas with that heat
You can get cooked all in the street
Say he getting more than me that lil bitch lying thru his teeth
And my backwood got some keef, I got some shrooms under the seat

I say fuck what it cost
I got style, ain't no sauce
Niggas gon stay hating on you
I can not take a loss
Shawty pull up one me cause she know that I'm a boss
Hit her straight from the back cause Her pussy taste like Voss
I got ice on my bitch
I put ice on my wrist
We so fly, we the shit
I wake up
Get the dough is on top of the list
On the move, I don't sit
Own my own I'm Yung Stone
Throw it up, I don't miss



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Writer(s): Joshua Stuart
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