sauce (prod. young conan)
• Written by YvngGarbage
lets just hit the blunt and fade away
got nowhere to go nowhere else to stay
xanny in my pocket hope that shit aint laced
gold up in my teeth and tattoos on my face (x2)
got a lotta cash on me
bout a hunna racks on me
and my wrist be so freeze
got the shine in my teeth (what)
gettin money in the streets (what)
fake bape then get down on your knees
spell blood with a big red B
ice teeth and my neck so freeze
mash your bitch cover her in gravy
suck her tits while i watch tv
gold teeth shine like a ray beam
gucci shoes and shirt a new preme
iced out gang pinky rings for my team
cant fuck with me bitch i grew up in the streets
empty out a clip like a grim i reap
leave you lookin red like my new silk sheets
hit that fucking blunt it feel like outerspace
pistol on my hip i let that chopper bang
never trust a bitch i only love my gang
smoke another a bowl im in another lane (x2)
lets just hit the blunt and fade away
got nowhere to go nowhere else to stay
xanny in my pocket hope that shit aint laced
gold up in my teeth and tattoos on my face (x3)
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YvngGarbage
Member since September 13 2017