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k sauce - back in lyrics

[intro]
aye cut off the f-ckin’ autotune n-gga
i’m comin’ different on this mothaf-cka’
aye, sauce gang, ybf sh-t, you know the f-ckin’ vibes n-gga
you know how we comin’
every song that i’m doin, it slap slap slap
f-ck wit’ my crips and my slatts slatts slatts

[hook]
back in this b-tch
all my n-ggas is k!llers, i promise they won’t ever snitch
we gettin’ rich
made that lil n-gga shut up
that n-gga talk too much sh-t
he really a l1ck
n-gga ain’t wit’ the sh-t
say he trappin’ since he was like 6
that n-gga a b-tch
i be f-ckin’ wit’ hittas
i promise them n-ggas don’t miss
my glock got a d-ck

[verse]
if you really got it why you gotta flex?
my n-ggas ballin’ and still ‘bout a check
got so many shots, this extendo a rec
too many b-tches, they for my n-ggas
y’all n-ggas trappin’, i’m in a sprinter
i’m doing shows b-tch, i ain’t no beginner
pray when i can, but i know i’m a sinner
i make a call and my n-ggas on go
don’t play wit’ these n-ggas, can’t f-ck wit’ no hoe
number one rule, act like you broke
say f-ck it and go get a bag on the low
ice on my neck, after i f-ck a b-tch, she be sayin’ she cold
i said “baby you know i’m on froze”
“that’s the reason i keep me a pole”
“you didn’t know”

[hook]
back in this b-tch
all my n-ggas is k!llers, i promise they won’t ever snitch
we gettin’ rich
made that lil n-gga shut up
that n-gga talk too much sh-t
he really a l1ck
n-gga ain’t wit’ the sh-t
say he trappin’ since he was like 6
that n-gga a b-tch
i be f-ckin wit’ hittas, i promise them n-ggas don’t miss
my glock got a d-ck

[verse]
i got hoes to the right and the left of me
got too many i need a vasectomy
got my wrist in the pot wit’ no recipe
n-gga hatin’, his b-tch prolly slept wit’ me
if you broke then, lil n-gga, don’t sit wit’ me
fell in love wit’ a b-tch and i’m f-ckin two
got yo hoe on my d-ck, what you wanna do?
if i tell em to slide then they comin’ through
ybf been the family, they comin’ too
and i ain’t tryna sit here, i wanna move
that’s the reason i’m finna drop outta school
n-ggas pocket watchin’, so i keep a tool
on yo couch and i smell like yo hoe perfume

[hook]
back in this b-tch
all my n-ggas is k!llers, i promise them won’t ever snitch
we gettin rich
made that lil n-gga shut up, that n-gga talk too much sh-t
he really a l1ck
n-gga ain’t wit’ the sh-t, say he trappin’ since he was like 6
that n-gga a b-tch
i be f-ckin’ wit’ hittas, i promise them n-ggas don’t miss
my glock got a d-ck

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