Mac Sauce Lyrics

Bitch I Mac I got the sauce

Bitch I Mac I got the sauce

Bitch I Mac I got the sauce

They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce

Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off

Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off

Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse

30 Clip stashed in my waist, I've been walking with this limp so long, doc told me change my gait

If you a vet, you can relate, if you street, you don't debate

I'm a artist, I create, I go to Cali, party on the base, with golds up in my face

I be trippin', they be acting different when they see you in person

Name the guns that I go service, Ugly Betty'll make you nervous

They say you can't be a boss until you take a couple L's

I think you can't be a boss until you pay a couple meals

Trying to make sure all my niggas fed, ain't gotta rob or steal

Everything official, got some shit that I might never tell

Well connected, got drugs so good you'd be stupid not to sell

The flows are fluid, I'm a user, all my niggas bruisers, everybody's shooters

They all know my name like Ron McDon, I Mac, I got the sauce

Smile at me with your grill, but it ain't real, hoe, take it off

Aww you high? I kill your vibe, nigga, knock that bullshit off

Walking with this stick up like a nigga was tryna play lacrosse