Sauce

[Verse 1]
Don't let these lame niggas get you
Thinking that you special
Yeah you had the sauce but you ain't got it like you used to
The illusion, yeah it's real boo
Ari's up on her way yeah she's gone
This ain't twenty-ten nigga, I ain't sitting round, waiting no more, oh na, na, na
When you see me on the street, better keep it pushing, oh ya, ya, ya
Two blue ticks on da WhatsApp, dun know I seen that ya, ya, ya
Slacking so I had to switch up the tempo
Let me tell you something 'bout me in case you never got the memo, hoe

[Hook]
I (I ain't got no time for no haters)
I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time for no fuckboys)
I (No time for these fake bitches)
I ain't got no time (R.I.P., death to you snitches)
I (Thinking I don't see them always preeing me)
See (Letting go of you was so easy)
Yeah, you ain't got the sauce

[Verse 2]
My new nigga getting that mula
My new nigga puttin' that work in
New nigga dressed to kill
All you bummy niggas on the block lurking
Like my exes all up in my DM's
Praying for his second chances
I ain't got no fucks to give
Let me go, let me live
My new nigga he da shit
And he stays on his grind
And he from that SW9
Where they stack them nines
Yeah they keep 'em piled up, don't get him riled up
Already told you times up, oh I ain't got no time

[Hook]