Sauced Lyrics

Yeah

You-you-you-you-you-you

I'm so sauced in this bitch

You-you-you-you-you-you

You wouldn't get it

You wouldn't get it

One day you might get it now

As for me ain't telling how

Gotta count this money like it's funny

In my tummy

I got percs I got muddy

This shit feeling kinda lovely

'Till I'm back down

On the ground

Smell it like a bloodhound

Got 'em scared I'm inbound

I ain't gotta cap

I'm that bad I'm that mad

I'm so rad

Are you mad that I cut you out my grass

This is crazy I'm still kicking

Thought I was finished for a minute

I go back to back to back

With my demons wearing black

Now I think it's time for payback

One wrong move and I'll attack

You won't even see me coming

Moving like a maniac

I just want the AP

I just want the Patek

I'm still pouring up I'm still feeling like an addict

I still load it up like this shit is automatic

I'll still kill 'em all if they causing any havoc

When I talk to god about you he already knew

And when I talk to mums about it she ain't think it's true

Maybe I'm too unfit

I am just a misfit

But I'm proud and I'll admit

Think what you want I won't give a shit

You wouldn't get it

You wouldn't get it

One day you might get it now

As for me ain't telling how

Gotta count this money like it's funny

In my tummy

I got percs I got muddy

This shit feeling kinda lovely

'Till I'm back down

On the ground

Smell it like a bloodhound

Got 'em scared I'm inbound

I ain't gotta cap

I'm that bad I'm that mad

I'm so rad

Are you mad that I cut you out my grass

I got static like a maverick

Everybody else is average

I got blood all on my hands

I been eating like a savage

Taking all these backends

Like I don't understand it

Under black magic

You could vanish

Three two one counting down

'Till I'm blowing up

I still pray to god I survive this double cup

When you need me

In your feelings

I just wouldn't wanna be me

You really don't wanna see me

After fucking with ouija

When I talk to god about you he already knew

And when I talk to mums about it she ain't think it's true

Maybe I'm too unfit

I am just a misfit

But I'm proud and I'll admit

Think what you want I won't give a shit

You wouldn't get it

You wouldn't get it

One day you might get it now

As for me ain't telling how

Gotta count this money like it's funny

In my tummy

I got percs I got muddy

This shit feeling kinda lovely

'Till I'm back down

On the ground

Smell it like a bloodhound

Got 'em scared I'm inbound

I ain't gotta cap

I'm that bad I'm that mad

I'm so rad

Are you mad that I cut you out my grass

Woah

Woah