YachtSauce

[Verse 1]
You flip flop like Kriss Kross
My rims chopped, my bass knock
Like umbock, that shit kick like black belts
I got kicks, I got raps
I got Ricks, these K.O.D's spent a K on these
Been trappin' K.O.D's might throw up a brick
Like LeBron with the baby powder

[Verse 2]
Money coming in by the hour
Might fuck around and champagne-shower
Told a bitch "dry off with the bed, we don't need no damn towel" the word is out like "60 Minutes" you could dot nigga at the end of sentence

[Verse 3]
Cooking dope watching "60 Minutes"
Nigga don't watch me, nigga acting friendly
Acting like i'm Stanley cash up on the grass
These shoes cost a fucking sack like a quarterback
I'm at your door like Pizza Hut
And, nigga, you not getting a quarter back
So don't act