[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
And niggas don’t know I’ve been wearing this Rick shit (On God)
Y’all just gettin’ to it (On God)
And that’s on everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Bih’), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my God
Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
All hundreds on a nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin’ all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
I got bitches that’s on top of bitches, yeah
I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah
Make her suck my dick way before I finish, yeah
Man, my fingers itchin’ then my palms itchin’, yeah
Presidential Rollie my wrist, uh (Huh?)
Look at my watch when it bang, ho
They say, “Uzi, why you the same fo’?”
Cause Margiela on me, no plain clothes
I stay in this shit like I can’t go
Mortal Kombat, my chain just like Kano
I don’t wan’ talk about bankroll
I say “hi” to my haters like Maino (Hi, haters)
I cannot be ’round the fake, no
You know I got to stay in my game, oh
Man, your girl, she gon’ do it so good
Make me lift my leg up like I’m Fabo
Undercover, pop the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a Patek (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no)
Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen)
B on the front, so you know that’s a BRABUS (Yeah)
I saw your girl walkin’, she had a fatty (Ayy)
You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? (Ayy)
Everything I touch a classic (Ayy)
I’m in my mode, you can’t touch me, I’m passive (Ayy)
Life have been strange ever since I fucked Ashley (Ayy)
That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy (Yeah)
I can’t give you full details, I’m not too chatty
First car was a Lambo’, drove it like it’s Caddy (Skrrrt)
That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan, damn
I barely made it to France, yeah (Damn)
Rocks in my socks like they Stance, yeah
Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
Why you think I am a target? Yeah
Smokin’ on gas, not no parsley, uh
Talk to ’em, Bash Barti (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Oh my god (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
If that bitch say it’s up, then it’s up (Yeah, okay)
You know we don’t give no fuck (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin’ them cups (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin’ it up (Okay, okay, okay)
No, I’m not lockin’ it tight (Okay)
No, I can’t fuck with these guys (Okay)
Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah (Drive it)
I get in that bitch and I drive, yeah
None of my jewelry need light, yeah
All of this jewelry, this ice, yeah
I can’t link up, these niggas been bitin’
They gon’ take all my shit and hide it
I’m gon’ roll in that bitch like a lighter
I’m gon’ fuck on that bitch like I’m tight
Feel so confident, bitch, I’m not lyin’
Put that cash on your head, wipe your mind (Yeah)
I can’t go nowhere without my nine
Pop a pill and I feel like I’m flyin’ (Yeah)
I’m too high, bitch, I feel like I’m dying
I got high and I fucked on a dime (Yeah)
I popped out and I did me a crime (Yeah, know what I’m sayin’)
Free my partners that’s doin’ the time (Okay, okay)
I bet they can’t come at me lyin’ (Come at me lyin’)
I can’t see these niggas, I’m blind (Ah yeah)
I’m up in Philly. I’m shinin (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spending that shit, get it back three times (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
100k on just Chrome, lil’ bitch
I could’ve bought me a home, lil’ bitch (Okay, yeah)
You know I’m breakin’ the scale (Okay)
I got my pints out the mail (I got my pints out the mail)
Plus, I got gas like a shell (Plus, I got gas like a shell, okay)
Everything, yeah, on shit (Yeah, yeah)
I’m too rich to be real (Okay)
I ain’t ever tuck my tail (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m givin’ them hell (Givin’ them hell)
Bitch, we givin’ them hell (Givin’ them hell)
Never play fair (Nah)
I done ran through some paper (Yeah, okay)
Different coupe, yeah, whole new flavor (Okay)
I got shit down, save it for later (What? Yeah)
Pushed out on all of these bitches
Lame niggas, they always switching
My hoe, she swear she different
These hoes, they know I’m different
Big racks, can’t sit how I’m sitting
Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes
Don’t touch my palms, they itch
I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert, Playboi Carti & Both]
(Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Okay), sauce real hard (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Okay)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my God (Yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
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