Sauce Topia Lyrics

Mama told me never trust on a bitch, all that shit that she talkin' bout, she on your bad

Side

I'm just like a crook, but I woke up the bad guy, never just care about these racks in my

Phone, cause my partner no deny, all that shit that my racks in my safe, and my brothers

Might go and decline, I'm catching these chains like a new plane, I got a airplane, I might

Go sweep off the sweet state, uh, all of this shit in my reefa, and my nigga might eat

Him a sweet cake, swishes, it's all of my gut, and my brother might run it, I might

Go and call you a sweet cake, all these bitches, they runnin' on my phone, I might go re off

A bitch like a DJ, uh, if I'm just seeing a bitch, hope I see you by, no licker,

Might catch me a DUI, no Fiona boy, I'm spittin' dragon fire, uh, yeah, I hope that

You really just miss the guy, no Fiona boy, all of these racks in my tongue, so I'm

Runnin' for a DUI, uh, runnin' through a train, I've been lifted, I've been gone, uh, runnin

Out this pain, and all these dirties, I be shown, uh, how you talk about rain, but all

These pretty bitches gone, I've been runnin' out this motion, so my brother shoulda, Y-E-S

Lil' lil' bitch, go take off your dress, huh, V-V-S, all of these diamonds, I'm never gon

Flex, all of these racks in my blues, my brother might run it, I might go and catch

Out a check, never just care about the hoes, in the Big ford body, my nigga might go get you

Wrecked, uh, ayy, huh, it's been too long, uh, all of these hunnids, these bitches, I

Might go and do wrong, all these checks in my pocket, I never just seen all the shit

That I do wrong, and my people, they callin' my black phone, I'ma go run off the cell phone

But I'm trappin' this shit out the trap box, never care about the bitch, but I kick rocks

All this shit, so I run for a drop top, all of this shit never caught me a new sock, and

I caught me a shit like a new Glock, run off the bitch, so I call it a hot top, and I run

Off the bitch like a hot pop, runnin' these bitches, they catch them a hot pop, uh, uh

Nigga, I'm feelin' real blazed, uh, no Fiona, but run off the bitch, so I might catch a

Wave, uh, all this shit, and I run for a feature, my brother might spend us some J's, uh, all

This shit that you talk about, none of these niggas just real caught the wave, uh, runnin

This hoe like I'm Earl Spencer, uh, sharpenin' hoes, I might go and get like I work at Spencers

All of this shit, I'm all playin' these white hoes, eatin' this shit like it's dinner

Runnin' these hoes, September, I might go get it, that bitch is a digger, uh, stay off my

Piece, go beast, I'ma go run off the bitch, go ski, never care about the bitch, I might

Go deep, go run for a touchdown, nigga, go deep, uh, say I heard your mama raised a bitch

You the man in eighth grade, now your partner's really, just think you a bitch, uh

Stop all that shit that you talkin' bout, all of these people, they watchin' now

All of these people, they watchin'you, never care about these hoes

You be stoppin' em, never care about the hoes you be blockin'

And all of this shit that you really be coppin' out, uh, big pride, lil dick

None of these niggas be stoppin' em, uh, while I'm checkin' this shit on my

Dome, while I'm checkin' this shit on my phone

Never care about these rats, so I leave them alone, never care about these rats

So I leave them alone, they really be cheasin' they really

Be chromed, oh, say I got a chrome

Pickin' them out, so I leave them alone