Woah (Pff)

(Pff) Woah (Pff)

Woah (Pff, Pff)

(Pff) yeah

Yeah aye

I got the sauce, lil' bitch, I got the sauce, lil' bitch

I got the sauce, lil' bitch, I got the sauce

Sippin' Henny, feelin' messy

Brand new Presi, way too busy

Stackin' Benjis so I cannot check my celly

Get the message, uh

Skinny but I'm flexin'

'Cause I love to make you jelly, yuh

Don't let that shit take your breath

My shooters aim from bellies up

Leave your lil' ass belly up

You don't got clout, you barely up

Dick too big so she scared to fuck

Brand new watch cost a Bentley truck

New Saint Laurent match the Bentley truck

I pop pills just to keep me up

I make it hard for you to catch up

Kid Buu, a young nigga flexin' like yeah

I got the sauce, lil' bitch, I got the sauce, lil' bitch

I got the sauce, lil' bitch, I got the sauce

I drip this shit in the sun and the rain

I put this shit on like every day

Double CC on the seat of the Wraith

Not saving hoes, I don't need a cape

I put a ring on my nose, yeah

Steppin' on Yeezy Boost soles, yeah

Diamond choker on me froze, yeah

I'm getting chips like it's poker

I just went kickin' on Keed

Hellcat racin' with your bae, on fleek

Hennessy, bar drippin', I'm okay

Hell nah, I don't drink no Ace

Yeah, Gucci slides, got straps, no lace

I'll let Steezy hit 'em with the K

Yes, I'ma get Patek

I'm just takin' my time, okay

I got the sauce, lil' bitch, I got the sauce, lil' bitch

I got the sauce, lil' bitch, I got the sauce

Sauce (feat. Lil Keed)