Cane's Sauce ft. DAMAG3 Lyrics

Yuh (1, 2, 3, bitch!)

My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more

Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore

Haters so mad when they see me on tour

I got more balls than a sporting goods store

Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore

Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh

Come hop in my ride

We about to take this shit worldwide

My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more

Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore

Haters so mad when they see me on tour

I got more balls than a sporting goods store

Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore

Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh

Come hop in my ride

We about to take this shit worldwide

Like oh my god!

This is my shit (My shit!)

Someone call a plumber, come and check my drip

Cops come around, but our lips stay zipped, don't trip

I don't got no respect for no pigs, uh

Saitama with a knockout, One Punch

Trip a motherfucker up like double dutch

MC Hammer with the drip, no you can't touch this, watch ya boy come in and

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up!

Baby, throw it back on the boy

Baby won't you throw that ass on the boy?

Ballin' on the beat, like I'm Chad or I'm Troy

Got a bag full of toys, got 'em mad full of joy

Uh-uh

Gassed up, take a look at my guns

Always on the grind, never lackin' the funds

Call me sunny, never lackin' the fun

I p-p-pose like I'm walkin' the run

Now I got talent and good looks

Bowser cookin' up the heat, got the recipe like a damn cookbook

Pay no mind to enemies, they ain't trippin' me up, I be on the re-up every single day

I go and I fill up the bank

I'm comin' for titles, Corona, this shit goin' viral

I'm the messiah, no Bible

My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more

Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore

Haters so mad when they see me on tour

I got more balls than a sporting goods store

Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore

Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh

Come hop in my ride

We about to take this shit worldwide

My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more

Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore

Haters so mad when they see me on tour

I got more balls than a sporting goods store

Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore

Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh

Come hop in my ride

We about to take this shit worldwide

Ok I'm smokin' cookies in the whip

Colored diamonds on me shinin', look like Rainbow Fish

You ain't invited to the function bro, your name is nowhere near the list

I got 'em so pissed cause I got no dick

But you know I could still take your bitch

Cause I'm the shit, I'm coming up quick

I'm puttin' in work, too legit to quit

I been makin' hits in my bedroom

And I need a fast whip with some legroom

Ass, gas, or grass if you want to ride around

Throw it back, lemme see you drop it to the ground

I'll go pound for pound, you can't take me down

I'm comin' for the crown, you can't slow me down

Got 'em pressed, cause I never second guess myself

Got 'em wettin' themselves because I'm giving 'em hell, let's go

Imma need a sec, breath in, breath out

I know I got my enemies all stressed out

My girl work hard and when she feelin' burnt out

I just tell her come and sit it on my face like it's a couch

I like to get a little nasty

Said that she love it when I'm a little handsy

Haters can't stand me, but can't get enough of me yet

Said she crave me like Cane's Sauce, cause I'm the best (Bitch!)

My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more

Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore

Haters so mad when they see me on tour

I got more balls than a sporting goods store

Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore

Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh

Come hop in my ride

We about to take this shit worldwide

My sauce like Cane's, everybody want more

Crowd goin' off, think they want an encore

Haters so mad when they see me on tour

I got more balls than a sporting goods store

Go a kill a track, now I'm bored, hit the shore

Yeah, I make big waves like it's high tide, uh

Come hop in my ride

We about to take this shit worldwide

(It's DAMAG3, homie look)

All around the world

Circumvent the globe, permanent my throne

Burn the rest of those, perfect recipe, extra mess to clean, I been

All up in yo girl

See the mouth strong but the pussy mid

So I prolly won't be doing that again

Plus you never let her out the house again

Cause all y'all misogynists

All y'all be thinking that women are objects and property

Then you be playing the victim, y'all gotta be trippin'

Ain't picking the pick me's, I'm picking the slim thicc's

Every septum piercing, STEM degree queen

Step to me, please, respectfully

Look, I'm tryna get inside that

"Eyeliner to vagina pipeline"

The girls that get it, gone get it

The flow bananas, can go rilla (More real)

The lower the bar, the more flips that I'm gone be prone to get in

The Homie's gifted, but nobody listens

(This hoe is trippin', just had a song hit triple digits, that six figure off of tik-ticking)

But that's not the mission, tryna meet your Mrs.

Chick dick all up in her tiddies

Thought, I was done, but, not really

Bump Armani when I'm in Philly

Boy Bowser, when I'm feeling litty (Ay!)

But, I gotta, keep it 150

Popeyes, got the best, fried chicken