Lost in the Sauce Lyrics

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce (okay)

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce

I'mma get, I'mma get lost

Know I'm out again, out again, I'm getting higher

Go to the mall again, mall again, I'm looking flyer

Drink again, sip again, I'm gon' expire

Shoot again, shoot at them, opps gon' retire (retire, I like that)

I'm gon' fly like a pilot (above you)

Me and yo bitch get dirty, argh like a pirate (rated R)

Feel like blacken' out, bitch, I'm gon' fight it (hit that one-two)

She clearly likes me, now let's see if she rides it

I tell these bitches I make music, I hope that they like it

I'm goin' crazy, goin' stupid, I think that I'm the shit

I'm goin' on a booze-y cruise-y and pray I don't get hit

I feel like I am in a movie, the way that I'm the shit

She wanna lick it for fun, I spit her out like gum

I'm gon' shoot at her like guns, I'm in the club gettin' drunk

Show these little boys how it's done, keep notes of who I've fucked

Run it back with your lips and I cum, nah, I'm cappin', lips ain't none

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce

In again, out again, I'm with your broad

Drinkin' shit, smokin' shit, can't see through fog

Blackin' out, breakin' down, I'm almost gone

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce

In again, out again, I'm with your broad

Drinkin' shit, smokin' shit, can't see through fog

Blackin' out, breakin' down, I'm almost gone

I'm almost gone, I am outta here, Wheezy

Climb to the top, yeah, I'd say I'm near peaking

Hit your bitch from the back in my car, call it rear-viewing

Take another hit, another drink, I'm gon' steer crazy

Take another sip, another drink of that beer, baby

I cannot eat gluten, but I'm still gettin' to the bread, baby

Movin' in slow-motion, but I'm on top of my shit, baby

I been goin' crazy, these bitches don't really know me

I been switchin' it up a lot, these old bitches don't know me

Fuckin' your bitch in the parking lot, she say that she might love me

Still lovin' your ex-bitch is a lot to handle, fuck me

Fuckin' immature bitches love-handles, never fuck me

She never loved me, she didn't love my green either

I'm all not-knowing, I'm all not-knowing

Maybe she's lost in the sauce, give her the benefit of the doubt

Just came on her crop top, that explains it all

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce

In again, out again, I'm with your broad

Drinkin' shit, smokin' shit, can't see through fog

Blackin' out, breakin' down, I'm almost gone

I'mma get, I'mma get lost in the sauce

In again, out again, I'm with your broad

Drinkin' shit, smokin' shit, can't see through fog

Blackin' out, breakin' down, I'm almost gone

(What?)

I'm almost gone