Sauce Lyrics – Chris Webby
Singer: Chris Webby
Title: Sauce
I came to pass the blunt around (Blunt around)
I f#ck around (I f#ck around)
But y’all already knew that sh#t (Yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin’ bags to the bank (Uh)
Yeah I really do that sh#t
And I’m rollin’ with the top–back (Top–back)
Run that track
With a bad little b#tch 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
My inbox always filled
Like my bottle of pills
Thank God for [?] Medicine
My Doctor refills
However you feel, if you get to steppin’ for real
I’ll pull up with my dogs and coupe
Cruella DeVille
With the syllables
I be villainous, brain limitless
Never follow rules, I rule the school syllabus
Undergrounds 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 sh#t 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 sh#t (Yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin’ bags to the bank (Uh)
Yeah I really do that sh#t
And I’m rollin’ with the top–back (Top–back)
Run that track
With a bad little b#tch 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 [?] 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 rollin’ paper double wide (Yeah)
Wrappin’ up like I been learnin’ how to mummify
So I wonder why
They still askin’ 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 sh#t (Yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin’ bags to the bank (Uh)
Yeah I really do that sh#t
And I’m rollin’ with the top–back (Top–back)
Run that track
With a bad little b#tch 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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