Sosamann - Sauce Taylor Gang Freestyle lyrics
[Sosamann - Sauce Taylor Gang Freestyle lyrics]
Oh aw, shawtie, turn me up some
(Damn, Quad, this shit bang) damn, Quad
What? Ha, a nigga twistin' up some
Motherfuckin’ gas
Motherfuckin' drippin' at the same time
I call it multi taskin’, Sauce (Hey)
Yeah, it's fourth down, I'ma go for it
And I see snakes, had to cut
I'm the lawnmower
Shrimp-ass nigga, I'ma call him a po' boy
Moved out the hood
You can call me Uncle Elroy
And she ate the meat, call her a carnivore
Pull up from the three
Feeling like Brandon Roy
She born in France, I told the bitch
"bonjour" i don't want the bitch
'cause her breath stink
Had to give her Altoids
Hold on Quad, where the beat at?
Ooh, bring it back
I’m a big mack, drive a Benz, not a Cadillac
Got a hundred Bs in the trap
Where you can find me at getting no sleep
Think a nigga caught insomniac
Sippin on lean, treat shit like Similac
Yeah, I wanted cheese
But I ain’t hanging with the rats
And I brought a Black bitch 'cause
She look just like Kyla Pratt
Talkin’ to my dawg like I'm Dr dolittle
It was time at dinner
Had to eat beef noodles
Only one life, I can't redo it
Catch me a opp
Burn his ass like a Toaster Strudel
Been getting money
Had to hustle on the avenue
Hit the plug twice and the boy had no clue
And I drip sauce, even when I'm on ProTools
Yeah, I’m going Super Saiyan
Got a nigga feeling like Goku on Sauce
Ooh, yeah, Super Saiyan ooh, yeah, Sosamann
What? No, I ain't Superman
But I got drums like a damn band
Blam with the cannon
Nigga shooting shots like a cameraman
Had to fuck the bitch while
She was doing a handstand
Down in LA Got me feeling like a Rams fan
Hanging with my white boy, but he not Lil Xan
Give this dude 50 piece in a big Sprinter van
Where I'm from the south
I ain't talking bout ambulance
Quad on the beat
I could give a fuck about a Timberland
But a nigga feeling like Missy, beep-beep
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Got two freaks
And they both look real petite and
They grabbing on my meat
Wanna suck like a leech
I ain't chasing no dream
No, my name not Meek, yeah
I'm living this shit
I ain't gotta go to sleep
And I mean every single word that I speak
Gotta stay sharp, just like a crease, ooh
Young nigga rep Sauce Taylor Gang
And I let my nuts hang, yeah, I do gangbang
I'm a bounty hunter, big dawg
But not on a chain
Long live Prince 'cause we
Pouring up purple rain
I can't fuck with the lil'
Nigga 'cause he too lame
And you ain't getting no money, nigga
That's a damn shame
Damn, on Sauce ooh, broke-ass nigga
Ha, potential, mane
You gon' get a whole bunch of money
Then gon' do this shit the right way
Drip sauce all around
The motherfuckin' country
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sauce Taylor Gang shit, man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Got Quad on the motherfuckin' beat
Know what I'm sayin'?
And engineerin', a cat rollin' up a
Whole bunch on the plane
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm smokin' big Backwoods, ooh
Feel me? Ooh ooh drip
(Damn, Quad, this shit bang) damn, Quad
What? Ha, a nigga twistin' up some
Motherfuckin’ gas
Motherfuckin' drippin' at the same time
I call it multi taskin’, Sauce (Hey)
Yeah, it's fourth down, I'ma go for it
And I see snakes, had to cut
I'm the lawnmower
Shrimp-ass nigga, I'ma call him a po' boy
Moved out the hood
You can call me Uncle Elroy
And she ate the meat, call her a carnivore
Pull up from the three
Feeling like Brandon Roy
She born in France, I told the bitch
"bonjour" i don't want the bitch
'cause her breath stink
Had to give her Altoids
Hold on Quad, where the beat at?
Ooh, bring it back
I’m a big mack, drive a Benz, not a Cadillac
Got a hundred Bs in the trap
Where you can find me at getting no sleep
Think a nigga caught insomniac
Sippin on lean, treat shit like Similac
Yeah, I wanted cheese
But I ain’t hanging with the rats
And I brought a Black bitch 'cause
She look just like Kyla Pratt
Talkin’ to my dawg like I'm Dr dolittle
It was time at dinner
Had to eat beef noodles
Only one life, I can't redo it
Catch me a opp
Burn his ass like a Toaster Strudel
Been getting money
Had to hustle on the avenue
Hit the plug twice and the boy had no clue
And I drip sauce, even when I'm on ProTools
Yeah, I’m going Super Saiyan
Got a nigga feeling like Goku on Sauce
Ooh, yeah, Super Saiyan ooh, yeah, Sosamann
What? No, I ain't Superman
But I got drums like a damn band
Blam with the cannon
Nigga shooting shots like a cameraman
Had to fuck the bitch while
She was doing a handstand
Down in LA Got me feeling like a Rams fan
Hanging with my white boy, but he not Lil Xan
Give this dude 50 piece in a big Sprinter van
Where I'm from the south
I ain't talking bout ambulance
Quad on the beat
I could give a fuck about a Timberland
But a nigga feeling like Missy, beep-beep
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Got two freaks
And they both look real petite and
They grabbing on my meat
Wanna suck like a leech
I ain't chasing no dream
No, my name not Meek, yeah
I'm living this shit
I ain't gotta go to sleep
And I mean every single word that I speak
Gotta stay sharp, just like a crease, ooh
Young nigga rep Sauce Taylor Gang
And I let my nuts hang, yeah, I do gangbang
I'm a bounty hunter, big dawg
But not on a chain
Long live Prince 'cause we
Pouring up purple rain
I can't fuck with the lil'
Nigga 'cause he too lame
And you ain't getting no money, nigga
That's a damn shame
Damn, on Sauce ooh, broke-ass nigga
Ha, potential, mane
You gon' get a whole bunch of money
Then gon' do this shit the right way
Drip sauce all around
The motherfuckin' country
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sauce Taylor Gang shit, man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Got Quad on the motherfuckin' beat
Know what I'm sayin'?
And engineerin', a cat rollin' up a
Whole bunch on the plane
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm smokin' big Backwoods, ooh
Feel me? Ooh ooh drip