On Sauce

[Chorus: Sancho Saucy]
I'll send a nigga to the Heaven gates
Get a nigga picked off if he in the way
I done sold brick houses, no real estate
Tell my brothers, "Catch a body, up the murder rate"
It was first the Maybach, now I'm in the Wraith
Don't forget before that I was in the Bentley
That was five years ago, still independent
It's goin' on six, still countin' millions (On sauce)

[Post-Chorus: Sancho Saucy]
Lotta bad bitches at the house (On sauce)
Thirty floors up at the loft (On sauce)
Every time a nigga trip we got 'еm off'd (On sauce)
Uh, huh, on sauce
Ooh-wee, on sauce

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
Got lil' buddy donе, that's another one
Glazed like a honey bun, shots from the Tommy gun
First it was a Maybach, now a Don
Nigga, I'm a chess god, not a pawn
Nigga, you a whole witch with a wand
Walkin with a switch, boy, where your thumb?
Walkin' with a whole girl purse on your arm
Your watch? It's a bum
You heard the beat, you heard the snare
Tsst, tsst, tsst, somethin' fake in there
Tsst, tsst, tsst, I don't see a glare
Wearin' fake diamonds tryna be a millionaire
Put your bitch in timeout but she ain't see a chair
Showed your bitch a lot of shapes but she ain't see a square
Sauce Twinz, Rolls-Royce's, have you seen a pair?
My opps dying off guard, we ain't playin' fair

[Refrain: Sancho Saucy]
On sauce, ooh-wee
On sauce, ooh-wee

[Chorus: Sancho Saucy]
I'll send a nigga to the Heaven gates
Get a nigga picked off if he in the way
I done sold brick houses, no real estate
Tell my brothers, "Catch a body, up the murder rate"
It was first the Maybach, now I'm in the Wraith
Don't forget before that I was in the Bentley
That was five years ago, still independent
It's goin' on six, still countin' millions (On sauce)

[Post-Chorus: Sancho Saucy]
Lotta bad bitches at the house (On sauce)
Thirty floors up at the loft (On sauce)
Every time a nigga trip we got 'em off'd (On sauce)
Uh, huh, on sauce
Ooh-wee, on sauce

[Verse 2: Sancho Saucy]
I done shot the chopper with my own hands
I done threw titties on a stick, that's a pole dance
Big Sanchy ain't with the romance
Bitch, I'm a pimp, better get with the program
Right wrist a whole brick, froze, damn
Hundred cash, no stash, drop top Brougham
Big Sanchy P, I'm the chosen
I still run to the money with no legs
Lil' rapper, I dare you try to start a lil' static
But the boy ain't got no bands, he got no bread
When he try they gon' play a lot of slow jams
Bullet in his head, make a boy out a grown man
Hitman somethin', give a toe tag
Four-five to his stomach came with a shit bag
Make a big nigga skinny, that's slim fast
Chopper with a drum on it, nigga, that's a gym class

[Refrain: Sancho Saucy]
On sauce, ooh-wee
On sauce, ooh-wee

[Chorus: Sancho Saucy]
I'll send a nigga to the Heaven gates
Get a nigga picked off if he in the way
I done sold brick houses, no real estate
Tell my brothers, "Catch a body, up the murder rate"
It was first the Maybach, now I'm in the Wraith
Don't forget before that I was in the Bentley
That was five years ago, still independent
It's goin' on six, still countin' millions (On sauce)

[Post-Chorus: Sancho Saucy]
Lotta bad bitches at the house (On sauce)
Thirty floors up at the loft (On sauce)
Every time a nigga trip we got 'em off'd (On sauce)
Uh, huh, on sauce
Ooh-wee, on sauce