Sauced Up

Good night Darkboy
Yeah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah

I spray your block with that Crisco
I guess it didn't pan out for you
Spin it like a disco
I guess you gonna tap dance now

I make them bullets go like booka, booka, booka
What you make on a pound?
Trynna sell that sugar, sugar, sugar
(Yeah)
I can see right through his eyes
I know you wouldn't, wouldn't, wouldn't
Them boys be shit-stain like pudding, pudding, pudding, yeah
They don't want no smoke, nah
Randy Moss gon' catch the lick I throw, dawg
I tell you, in real life, these niggas they be hoes, man
First chance they get, they trynna run off with the sauce, yuh

Disrespect the gang and we gon' leave your body sauced up
Sauced up
We gon' leave that body sauced up
Sauced up
(How the bullet taste lil' nigga?)

Money talk, gotta see what it say
And time is money, I got no time to waste
And that thing sitting on the side of my waist
They gon' slap talk, but won't say it to my face
Scary shit like Derek Jeter
Gotta run it up like the 100 meter
Can't fuck with her, that lil' bitch an eater
And, honestly, I don't even need her
Rolling with the bros, the only niggas I want beside me
When it comes to motion, can't see no one else besides me
Bag talk
Make that bag hurt, you be lying
Big Mac hold a hunnid, nigga, don't you try me
Shit be raw like a pack meat
I be moving smooth
I be moving G
Keep some shadows boys while I'm on the street
Think my enemies getting tired of me
Smoking hella trees
Got your opp boys in between
Got your mans flying through the breeze
It's a graveyard in my teeth
Got that 9 like I'm Drew Brees
You say you step, that's hard to see
Keep applying that pressure, don't let 'em breathe
Don't let 'em breathe

I spray your block with that Crisco
I guess it didn't pan out for you
Spin it like a disco (good night Darkboy)
I guess you gonna tap dance now



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