Sauce
Chris Webby
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I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around) I f*ck around (I f*ck around) But y'all already knew that shit (yeah) And I run the whole game, untamed Bringing bags to the bank (uh) Yeah, I really do that shit And I'm rolling 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 Often time, seat up in my car's 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 My inbox always filled like my bottle of pills Thank God for modern medicine, my doctor refills However you feel, if you get to stepping 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 Killing this shit is so easy I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around) I f*ck around (I f*ck around) But y'all already knew that shit (yeah) And I run the whole game, untamed Bringing bags to the bank (uh) Yeah, I really do that shit And I'm rolling 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, that just be my day to day Pull up in the UFO, 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 Get my record spins like it got drunk and smoked weed Yeah, they know it's Webby with the rolling paper double wide (yeah) Wrapping up like I been learning how to mummify So I wonder why they still asking who the f*ck am I Here, let me summarize I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around) I f*ck around (I f*ck around) But y'all already knew that shit (yeah) And I run the whole game, untamed Bringing bags to the bank (uh) Yeah, I really do that shit And I'm rolling 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
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Written by: Christian Webster, Jake Anthony Procanik, Brian Joseph Eisner
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