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wack zack - saucin' (freestyle) lyrics

saucin’ (freestyle) lyrics
[intro]
uh, uh (skrrt)

[chorus]
saucing on the regular, huh
i got all this money, it’s spectacular, huh
all these b+tches blowin’ up my cellular
but this red all on my chest, i feel like lucifer
i’m finna hop, hop, hop, hop, hop in the whip
i feel like stevie, i got the tints
i paid like twenty dollars for the fit
she paid like twenty dollars for her tits
this ain’t a movie, homie, this a clip
i got a brand new .40 with the grip
i’m never silent when i send a blitz, i’m like— (bang)

[verse]
boy, this ain’t a game, i’m boutta smash your ho
when i’m in atlanta, feel like qc, ho
i’ma take her to the metro
only do it ’cause i said so
lately, i’ve been tryna let go
but i love the smell of bread dough (ha)
i be off the weed, off the shrooms, off the acid
when i’m off the juice, i be feelin’ like a bandit
if i get a private jet, i don’t know where i’m landing
i’ma shoot it off until this automatic jammin’
that’s my slime, huh, vega huh
epic— (huh?), he don’t even f+ck with us
i just popped a percocet
but that sh+t ain’t working yet
sleep on me, they overslept
all up in the cut, gillette
give her back shots ’cause i’m nasty
flames on my shirt, that sh+t got me feeling thrash+y
think he from new york cause his fit be lookin’ trashy
i might give you up, lil b+tch, i’m not on rick astley
b+tch, i be grinning from ear to ear
b+tch, i’m not stopping, got lears on lears
hang from my neck like a chandelier
i’m finna f+ck up your whole career
blew out my back like a cop
they boutta call this a bop
zero miles on the drop
need a life alert, you get popped
ufc flow, they wanna fight me
if i want your chain, i won’t take that sh+t politely
water on my neck, so cold, it’s too icy
get that sh+t in blood like my last name shiesty
[chorus]
saucing on the regular, huh
i got all this money, it’s spectacular, huh
all these b+tches blowin’ up my cellular
but this red all on my chest, i feel like lucifer
i’m finna hop, hop, hop, hop, hop in the whip
i feel like stevie, i got the tints
i paid like twenty dollars for the fit
she paid like twenty dollars for her tits
this ain’t a movie, homie, this a clip
i got a brand new .40 with the grip
i’m never silent when i send a blitz, i’m like— (bang)

[outro]
no
no

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