Sauce

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I fuck around (I fuck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin' bags to the bank (uh)
Yeah, I really do that shit

And I'm rollin' with the top–back
Run that track (yeah)
With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (woo)
And a pocket full of Adderall
I'm just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y'all lack

Got the sauce like Heinz off in time, seat up in my cars
Reclined, I'm off, so don't fall behind
Check lost and found, I think I really lost my mind
Call my bluff? Shit, y'all can't even call my line (nah)
My inbox always filled like my bottle of pills
Thank God for modern medicinе, my doctor refills
However you feel, if you gеt to steppin' for real
I'll pull up with my dogs and coupe, Cruella DeVille's

With the syllables, I be villainous, brain limitless
Never follow rules, I rule the school syllabus
Underground's the land of which I am indigenous
And I grew up in a few methods of photosynthesis
Puttin' down roots in the game that go deeply
Carve out my own lane and flow freely
For W-E-B-B-Y believe me, killin' this shit is so easy

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I fuck around (I fuck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin' bags to the bank (uh)
Yeah, I really do that shit

And I'm rollin' with the top–back
Run that track (Yeah)
With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (woo)
And a pocket full of Adderall
I'm just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y'all lack

I got the sauce like Motts, jaws'll drop when I spit it
Written her off the top like a balding spot
I'm scalding hot, jackass Johnny Knoxville
Still the real deal, I karate chop
You with the force in a major way (yeah)
That just be my day to day (yeah)
Pull up in the UFO (yeah)
Shoot you with a laser ray
Little bit of powder on the counter that's a fade away

Cuttin' lines like a Peaky Blinder with the razor blade
Gotta make a way, I play the whole keeps
Ridin' dirty in the Range and duckin' the police
Got a cold steez while I run these dope beats (yeah)
Get my record spins like it got drunk and smoked weed
Yeah, they know it's Webby with the rollin' paper double wide (yeah)
Wrappin' up like I been learnin' how to mummify
So I wonder why, they still askin' who the fuck am I?
Here, let me summarize

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I fuck around (I fuck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin' bags to the bank (uh)
Yeah, I really do that shit

And I'm rollin' with the top–back
Run that track (yeah)
With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (woo)
And a pocket full of Adderall
I'm just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y'all lack