Sauce to Drip - sosamann, Gunna

Hmm-hmm\nLike, get right, you know what I’m sayin'? Hey\nI got some sauce, ayy\nI got some sauce, ooh\nYou know what I’m sayin'?\nGunna with me\nHey (Ooh)\nBeen got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas surrounded by\ngates\nWhite neighbors on the side of me, know they not likin' me and I know they\nthink I’m hatin'\nAin’t my birthday but I get to the cake\nDiamonds on wet, they on wet like the lake\nAnd I’m too fresh when I stepped in the place\nGot money on me like I stepped out the bank, and hey\nI got some sauce, ayy, ooh\nI got some sauce to drip, ayy\nI got some sauce, ayy, ooh\nI got some sauce to drip, ayy\nYeah, ooh, I got some sauce to drip, ayy\nI got some sauce, ayy\nI got some sauce to drip, hey\nHey, ayy, yeah, yeah\nI got some sauce to spill, ayy\nThat hatin' ain’t payin' no bills, no\nRock Gucci with fur on the heels, ooh\nDon’t want it, it don’t got a seal, for real\nI play with them racks with no deal, ayy\nWhy beef with the boy? He a queer, ooh\nOnly while the bitch take the pills\nCan’t fuck with these niggas, some niggas is actors\nAnd I’m not a rapper, bitch, I am a splasher\nThousand P’s comin' in on a tractor\nGot cheese on my head like a Packer, ooh\nMake that lil' bitch call me master, ayy\nChopper might cause a disaster, ooh\nSpit the good word like the pastor\nI’m 'bout ballin' in the game, I ain’t goin' to no practice, ayy\nBeen got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas surrounded by\ngates\nWhite neighbors on the side of me, know they not likin' me and I know they\nthink I’m hatin'\nAin’t my birthday but I get to the cake\nDiamonds on wet, they on wet like the lake\nAnd I’m too fresh when I stepped in the place\nGot money on me like I stepped out the bank, and hey\nI got some sauce, ayy, ooh\nI got some sauce to drip, ayy\nI got some sauce, ayy, ooh\nI got some sauce to drip, ayy\nYeah, ooh, I got some sauce to drip, ayy\nI got some sauce, ayy\nI got some sauce to drip, hey\nI got some sauce to drip (Sauce)\nI got some sauce to drip (Ayy)\nI got my drawers from Fifth\nShe give me jaws and lips (Ayy)\nThey think they can’t park the whips\nThe interior chocolate chip (Ayy)\nI got a gun filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)\nGotta trap, ain’t no way I could trip\nYou know my bitch like a stray dog on a pill\nHalf a mil up and I ain’t signed a deal\nI can’t sip it if it ain’t come with a seal\nI fuck my bitch good and I pay all her bills\nYou come in one way, ain’t no way out the crib\nYou stack this shit up, you’ll live life how I live\nFirst of the month, I don’t care 'bout the bills\n'Bout to go put him some ice in his grill\nBeen got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas surrounded by\ngates\nWhite neighbors on the side of me, know they not likin' me and I know they\nthink I’m hatin'\nAin’t my birthday but I get to the cake\nDiamonds on wet, they on wet like the lake\nAnd I’m too fresh when I stepped in the place\nGot money on me like I stepped out the bank, and hey\nI got some sauce, ayy, ooh\nI got some sauce to drip, ayy\nI got some sauce, ayy, ooh\nI got some sauce to drip, ayy\nYeah, ooh, I got some sauce to drip, ayy\nI got some sauce, ayy\nI got some sauce to drip, hey