Bands
Hook:

I got the sauce, bitch
I got the bands, bitch
Y'all gon get lost
We gon throw hands
I got the sauce, bitch (x2)
I got the-


Verse:

You better hold yo head down when I ready up
See I got the talent y'all be pouring cups
Thought I'm gonna change well you outta luck
Fuck yo fuckin wave and yo lil pumps
Trust me you don't understand
This is my motherfucking plan
Miss me while I'm bussing to the land
And pull up on bitches y'all fuckers don't know where I am
I tie up my shoes
Come wit all my tools mothafuckas really fuckin tracking all my moves
Dripped up in love
I swear I'm wide awake while y'all mothafuckas always fukin staying on snooze
I'm feeling a move a feeling yo lose
I hop in the booth my demons go loose
You acting surprised like you watching the news
Bitch I'm always number one and stay two
Y'all be doing anything to get famous
Everyone promoting cuz they all brainless
Saying fuck real cause they all faking
Everybody follow cause they all aimless
Bitch get fuck outta my face with the money
Don't give a fuck about the chains y'all be scummy
Me I'm just wrapped up in flow like a mummy
Me I just drop a verse and it go dummy
Fuck out my face with the money
Fuck out my face with the money
Flex one more time and yo face gon' be funny