Squay - Sauce lyrics

[Chorus: Squay] Sauce, drippin' off me Like spaghetti I'm official Yopper choppers in the car I ain't worried bout ya pistol Keep a b**h outside my business Keep a b**h inside the Bentley Lick the b**h and let her finish Caught her friends, they lookin friendly Tell em that we'll be alright Tell em that we gon be straight Tell em I been real for so long That I forgot how to be fake Tell em that we'll be alright Tell em that we gon straight I been stacking my cake Bout to take me a vacay [Verse 1: Squay] Keep it on the low on the midget Choppin bricks on the chopping board in the kitchen I got 50,000 dollars in my britches If the hustle not broke don't fix it Imma start saving up for a kidney Word to Pimp C I been sippin simply I'm eatin good and I seen you at the Blimpie Catch me way up in the air where the blimps be Still sleepin in the trap Sleepin in a sleeping bag with a strap Knock knock man them folks need a sack Marathon money man I just ran through the pack I make nothing into something, I make something out of nothing f**in' with the b**h and then I'm f**in with her buddy This is far from what you want like a p**y when it's bloody Like a b**h when she chubby and you know that p**y guppie Whoa, cap somethin' Put the skin on the chicken and go wrap something Finger on the trigger, go clap something Thumbin' through the racks, go stack something The feds can't find me, I'm in San Diego f**in' on Carmen for a pretty peso Ridin' through the hood and I'm sippin' a Faygo Take it from the Bay and put it in ClayCo I take away your bae and she do what I say so Nutted on her head and I gave her a halo They comin' for me boy you know I don't chase hoes Sippin' raw and now I feel like Fabo Double cup it up, two straps with bucks Got a couple ducks, I'm bout to split em up Wrap it up and sell em, wrap it up and mail em Better check your man, 'cause he f**in' tellin' [Chorus] [Verse 2: CVG] Whoa, I done growed up, or ran up a check for a little bit Like I laundered the dope money, lemonade as a little kid Now I watch as them folks go blind in they eyes when my bezel hit Drippin' sauce with my slimes, at the scene of the crime where they met the kid Every one of us racked up, we ain't sharin' joints, no way Rollin' up a little half gram, get the f** outta my face You reserving hoes, it's just code, 'cause we know they gon get saved b**h steady talking bout a mess, call the motherf**in maids Thought I told you bout the work My girl gon help me how to move it Stash the shooter in her purse Bet she ready when she use it Callin' up my PO Just to let em know I'm out the country Breakin' it down by the O Just to give them they motherf**in money Best with the booms like the Taliban Hella that green, I got salad bands Step in the bank with the pack on me f** Wells Fargo, they ain't bout it man Blue faces Got ya hoe lookin' at me with the slanty eyes, Asian Toppin' me off in the whip and she lickin' the sauce like I'm Cajun [Chorus]