Lyrics Sauce - BlakkSmyth

Mic check 1, 2
Doc say that I got a couple screws lose
Lock me in a hyperbolic chamber
Octane in my bloodstream bitch vroom
I'm a god damn dog I'm a pitbull
Bitch I got more sauce than a drive through
Don't let them mother fuckers ever try to press you
Full court have court no pressure
God dammit I be murking these verses, don't need no percs in these verses
Gotta stay on my purpose, cause these niggas are serpents
Gotta get to the bag, cause these niggas are lurking
I mean my personal circle, might need a personal circle
Keep an eye on the merchants, gotta watch what I purchase
Don't trust a thot that's for certain, they'll have the ops in your curtain
Get you popped with the burner, tell the cops it's a murder
You buying watches and purses, you a sucker for twerking
God Damn

9 times outta 10
Can't find your bitch
Lil nigga best believe she fucking
2 times outta 10
You call that bitch
She tell your ass come over
No times outta 10
I tell that bitch
I lover her that's disgusting
10 times outta 10
I, I, I

I got sauce in my veins
(Young nigga with the sauce I'm Saucin)
I got sauce in my veins
(Tell them hating niggas back up off me)
I got sauce in my veins
(Young nigga with the sauce I'm Saucin)
I got sauce in my veins
(Tell them hating niggas back up off me)

Right now, right now
Real niggas in the club we can fight now
Tell them niggas that it's fuck em if they come round
Tell them bitches I'm a plumber lay the pipe down, down, down
Right now, right now
I see a bitch I take a swing never strike out
Tell that woman ain't no need to cut the lights out
On the real I really like it when ya, when ya

Make that pussy work for a nigga, work for a nigga
Drop down twerk for a nigga, twerk for a nigga
Go berzerk for a nigga, zerk for a nigga
Take it to the dirt for a nigga, dirt for a nigga
And if them bitches hating then fuck em
We can Benjamin Button and run it back like it's nothing
Only heaven above us, but this a hell of a night
We repent in the morning, so give it to me tonight
Any way that you want it, you ain't hitting it right
Work too hard to be lucky, you just rolling the dice
Fill your bitch up with stuffing, I'm eating turkey tonight
Put my tongue in her crack, I got shit on my mind
And your wifey a snack, eating snickers tonight
I get straight to the bag, you just killing the vibe
She ain't hitting you back, she need dick in her life
So don't ask where she at, cause she single tonight
God Damn

9 times outta 10
Can't find your bitch
Lil nigga best believe she fucking
2 times outta 10
You call that bitch
She tell your ass come over
No times outta 10
I tell that bitch
I lover her that's disgusting
10 times outta 10
I, I, I

I got sauce in my veins
(Young nigga with the sauce I'm Saucin)
I got sauce in my veins
(Tell them hating niggas back up off me)
I got sauce in my veins
(Young nigga with the sauce I'm Saucin)
I got sauce in my veins
(Tell them hating niggas back up off me)