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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl
I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce
If she dip, that b*t*h loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss
I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got the sauce (Wait, wait, wait, wait)

Riding 'round town on Sunset (True)
Cali weed loud like Funk Flex (Funk Flex)
Road trips, low drip, don't rush sh*t (No)
No b*t*h-a** n***as, no f**k sh*t (No)
No, no, f**k sh*t, get chin-checked (Yeah)
Treat a queen like a queen, don't give a b*t*h sh*t (No)
New whip, sh*t crawl like insects (Insects)
Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, gang fishnet (Fishnet)
Lotta hoes, lotta hoes, more problems (More problems)
Came, then a n***a left, Obama (Obama)
Lame b*t*hes get blocked, O-lineman (O-lineman)
Top called, n***a, that ain't no problem (No, no)
Nice smile, they a**ume I'm such a nice guy (True)
Bougie n***a, first cla** on the flight time (Ah)
Bougie n***a, f**k a b*t*h from the right side (True)
Tell her if she got a friend, then I might slide (Slide)
Tell her that I need a friend a n***a could show off
She ain't got goals, then, n***a, I'm so lost
I done fell in love from f**king some hoes raw (Yeah)
I done fell in love while getting some hoes off (True)
I done fell in love while doing some hoes (Hoes ign'ant)
X called a n***a, I don't listen (Don't listen)
First-cla**, they're starin' at my pigment (My pigment)
Had to work to get it, the road different, yeah
I might slip (Yeah), I don't fall (Yeah), if I slip, I might crawl
I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce (Wait, wait, wait, wait)
If she dip, that b*t*h loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss (Yeah)
I might slip, I don't fall (Yeah), I just drip, I got the sauce (Norf)

Who got the sauce? Who got the sauce, huh?
Whip the rock with the Voss, yeah
Hit the block, ship the bars, yeah
Catch a P, Randy Moss, yeah
I don't rock with the police none
Don't ditch the Glock when the police come
They gon' shoot a n***a anyway (Oww)
Any day of the week
Ain't a 'woofer, man, he whoopin' his feet on the concrete
With my dawgs on the stick like a bomb suite
Cooking up, better duck like a confit
'Cause it's on me
Ain't a n***a living ever have to warn me
I was ready-ready with the macaroni
Turn him into Makaveli, we be stackin' fetti (Yeah, yeah)
I don't ever wanna be a broke boy no more
Sold-out merch, sold-out tour
Mount Rushmore for the real ones, yeah
All my homies done killed some, yeah (Ayy)
All my homi's done f**k time (That scale)
Some got dope, gangin' all night (We the homies, n***a)
Some escape, but we don't respect it
I'm so invested and so protected
We live corrections, all uncorrected
Snuck the FN in undetected
I might slip, I don't fall, if I slip, I might crawl
I just drip, I got the sauce, I just drip, I got the sauce
If she dip, that b*t*h loss, I don't trip, I'm a boss
I might slip, I don't fall, I just drip, I got the sauce

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