text: Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drippin on these niggas, drip drop
  Its a real Rollie, it dont tick tock
  Savage ridin round the city with that Glock
  Get that dick on it, Ima let it pop
  Let it pop, bitch, you better run
  It aint no fun, when young Savage got the gun
  I drop bombs on these niggas like Osama
  Keep the Don Cannon, they dont want no drama
  Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Flyest nigga you ever seen, Im the king of the teens
  Hydro codeines, caught serving beans to the fiends
  My new bitch Billy Jean, old bitch Tina Turner, keep the burner
  Old hunnids Tom Joyner, my new bitch is a foreigner
  My new wrist cost a 36, thats a quarter-brick or three shows
  I couldve iced my ear lobes, Id rather split it with my bros
  Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Lil bitch, Im Sauce Farrakhan, Sauce-Alaikum, A-Sauce-Salaam
  I got so much flavor, nigga
  Swear to God that Im Tony Chachere son
  Aunt Jemima might be my mama
  Drippin sauce how I make the commas
  Poured everything out the bottle
  Red bottom feet hand made iguana
  When I walk off its a murder scene
  Rolls got my wrist it look Burgundy
  I made your bitch buy a fur for me
  It wasnt even cold, hell it was spring
  Sauce-Ebola, epidemic got the world drippin over
  Thanks to Sauce harbor now Im on a little boat with 21 soldiers
  Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
  Bitch Im drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin