Sauce ft. Thorb & Project Pat Lyrics

I got red hot flow like Frank, y'all on E just filled my tank

I'm like Rose, I let y'all sank, if I don't swish I still get bank

I don't come less it 'bout dinero, see the boy got spice, that's a habanero

Got so much gas, I could buy Valero, got that dog ratin' me, say hi to perro

That's Thorb, drivin' 'em straight to the morgue, prep for the worst

All of these rappers I body, I went from a limo to coppin' a hearse

I'm probably first to come with a verse that alter the game

They thinkin' I'm God, then take him to church, man, give me my purse

Give me my winnings, they thinkin' I'm done, well, it's just the beginning, beginning to go

Out of my body, I'm tired of humans, I run with the goats

And y'all listen close, I'm tired of humans, I run with the goats

I don't mean to gloat, I come for the boat, leave in a yacht

They do it all to get what I got, but probably not

Cookin' it up, overflowing the pot, so don't ask what I'm doin', just know it's a lot

I got raw sauce, I got, I got raw sauce

I got raw sauce, I got, I got boss sauce

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I got, I got raw sauce

I got raw sauce

I just came back with the bomb edition

Spit like flames when I'm on a mission

Gotta break it down like long division

Go with the flow, no opposition

Keep risin' like dough, but know you're focused to get the bread

Been hypnotizin' their minds since bumpin' to Chickenheads

Yeah, that's it, take it back to basics

Black magic, no time to play tricks

I just can't sit, don't have the patience

I get strapped in on the back of spaceships

I take trips, I don't make chips

But I can't slip when I get up on the track all day

Spit it like I took another shot of Bombay

Lyrics hot enough to get it a la flambe

Scorchin' and of course I endorse it more than a little bit

Portions of this course have been torched to protect the innocent

Straight heat him and you and I brought, all brand new, brewin' under my pot

Never had a clue until they knew what I got, 'cause

I got, I got, I got, I got

I got raw sauce

I got, I got raw sauce

I got raw sauce

I got, I got boss sauce

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I got

I got raw sauce

I, I got raw sauce

Patuhhhh

Project the truth, only speak the real

Player, you know the deal

When I speak about beef, trail these streets

Man, you know how it feel

Used to still deal with them snakes

Fakes, wanna make you kill

Cause they live just to cross you out

Man, money they steal

Man, I don't deal

I forgive 'em from a distance

See how I'm livin', see

All that ice and that money to the ceiling

Growin' old with my children

Diamonds on my teeth

I ain't got beef

But my name real good in them streets

I'm just like Walk the Doctor

I got boss sauce

Lemon pepper chicken swag bread

I got raw sauce

Just like Walk the Doctor, man

I got boss sauce

Lemon pepper chicken swag bread

I got raw sauce

Oooh

I got raw sauce

I got, I got raw sauce

I got raw sauce

I got, I got boss sauce

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,

I got, I got raw sauce

I got raw sauce

I, I, I got boss sauce