Ilgenio Zeus - Sauce (feat. P.A. On the Track) Lyrics

Ima get the neck fore I switch her
Drop a couple grams in my swisher
Got some Lohans for the addicts
Nigga write the check and I'm at it
Top floor like an attic
4 seasons in the hamptons
Drop a couple grams in my swisher
Ima get the neck fore I switch her

I got the sauce and the recipe
The hammers is always right next to me
I got the sauce and the recipe
Quit hatin nigga come flex wit me
I got the sauce and the recipe
The hammers is always right next to me
I got the sauce and the recipe
Wavy ass nigga shawty sweating me

Nigga what it does
I'm just tryna get a buzz
Nigga every time you see me
Check the diamonds in the cuts
Dawg, my team going up
Keep a drink inside our cups
We don't need no extra niggas
Duh... my circles full wit us
What you smoking, indica?
Cold blooded, Indicud
They were never in the mud
Why they think they f*ck wit us
I'm the outlet to the plugs
I'm supplying what they want
They know what's up
Nigga I just want to green
Milwaukee Bucks
How you feelin? How you feelin?
I just made that look appealing
I named the whip Lil' Weezy
Cuz that bitch ain't got no ceiling
I just flood me neck wit ice
Even threw some in the sprite
I can see it in her eyes
Shawty want it for the night
Ewe

Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her
Drop a couple grams in my swisher
Got some Lohan's for the addicts
Nigga write the check and I'm at it
Top floor like an attic
4 seasons in the hamptons
Drop a couple grams in my swisher
Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her

I got the sauce and the recipe
The hammers is always right next to me
I got the sauce and the recipe
Quit hatin nigga come flex wit me
I got the sauce and the recipe
The hammers is always right next to me
I got the sauce and the recipe
Wavy ass nigga shawty sweating me

I said I pop out
Top down
Act up
Blockow
We turnt up
And drained out
We spin blocks
And black out

We all in adidas and foreign shit
Gas em up when we floorin shit
Do no wrong, this is flawless shit
We roll deeper then a coffin gets
Pushing out the pink gummy
Like a baby tooth
Hard white; soft ins
Leaning hard when we turn the coupe
Fake niggas thinking that we off of it
Uh, I've been all up in my baggage nigga
Dirty youngin' living lavish nigga
Flash cannons since they acting nigga
Bob the builder wit the hammer nigga
Coming thru wit the family
They can take a seat they can't stand me
My mood switches like a cancer
I just wave tracks like a dancer
White Beamer wit some darker tints
Need a bad bitch wit a badder bitch
Caramel and a chocolate mix
Wit Serena's ass; Elle Varner lips
Text ya shawty she won't answer
Tell her drop it lower than my standards
All this hatin boy I'm so past it
You can shoot ya shot; get not answer

Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her
Drop a couple grams in my swisher
Got some Lohan's for the addicts
Nigga write the check and I'm at it
Top floor like an attic
4 seasons in the hamptons
Drop a couple grams in my swisher
Ima get the neck 'fore I switch her

I got the sauce and the recipe
The hammers is always right next to me
I got the sauce and the recipe
Quit hatin nigga come flex wit me
I got the sauce and the recipe
The hammers is always right next to me
I got the sauce and the recipe
Wavy ass nigga shawty sweating me