Sauce (Clean Version)
We don't do trends, we keep sauced up like Rick
Shoot them down like John Whick
Smoke that shit like it's nic
Out the west end, do the dash and I dip
Roll a spliff make that hit
Don't do friends, no fake shit
Roll it again, smoke that shit till I die
I get high no surprise, roll my Ls like your eyes I
Don't feel the same, all I wonder is why
Play the games like it's sides, she make hell look enticing
New whip, just copped
New bitch, old block
New shit, just dropped
When I pull up I'm always gettin clocked
Money time, I'm on a hundred time
Hit that number all up on ma dash
Run me mine, I'm on that demon time
Hit a lick, and throw away the cash
Roscoe Dash, got you in a trance
Runnin man, get a hunnit bands
Rollin up on bitches like the Michelin man
You hoes aimless roaming, I'm out blowing bags
You bitches out a job just like the yellow man
I'm making movies like I'm out in Cannes
Call me Eminem to the flow
I turn yo bitch to the biggest Stan like
We don't do trends, we keep sauced up like Rick
Shoot them down like John Whick
Smoke that shit like it's nic
Out the west end, do the dash and I dip
Roll a spliff make that hit
Don't do friends, no fake shit
Roll it again, smoke that shit till I die
I get high no surprise, roll my Ls like your eyes I
Don't feel the same, all I wonder is why
Play the games like it's sides, she make hell look enticing
Shoot them down like John Whick
Smoke that shit like it's nic
Out the west end, do the dash and I dip
Roll a spliff make that hit
Don't do friends, no fake shit
Roll it again, smoke that shit till I die
I get high no surprise, roll my Ls like your eyes I
Don't feel the same, all I wonder is why
Play the games like it's sides, she make hell look enticing
New whip, just copped
New bitch, old block
New shit, just dropped
When I pull up I'm always gettin clocked
Money time, I'm on a hundred time
Hit that number all up on ma dash
Run me mine, I'm on that demon time
Hit a lick, and throw away the cash
Roscoe Dash, got you in a trance
Runnin man, get a hunnit bands
Rollin up on bitches like the Michelin man
You hoes aimless roaming, I'm out blowing bags
You bitches out a job just like the yellow man
I'm making movies like I'm out in Cannes
Call me Eminem to the flow
I turn yo bitch to the biggest Stan like
We don't do trends, we keep sauced up like Rick
Shoot them down like John Whick
Smoke that shit like it's nic
Out the west end, do the dash and I dip
Roll a spliff make that hit
Don't do friends, no fake shit
Roll it again, smoke that shit till I die
I get high no surprise, roll my Ls like your eyes I
Don't feel the same, all I wonder is why
Play the games like it's sides, she make hell look enticing
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Writer(s): Awan Johnson
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