Fresh off the plane
Move on to auto drive
Feel like Melo live 05
NBA he's on fire
Watch me get a couple mill just to retire
Skipping through the lane
Going Waka in the paint
Got damn Jack ya stank
Blowing dank ain't no bammer
Can't touch me MC Hammer
Danger bitch why you got wire hangers
Flexing on the gram and shit
Goofies ain't aloud
Blowing on that Oscar proud
Bitch I'm black and proud
Try me squad going Malice on ya palace
Threw a chair then hit the crowd
This dope got me hyped up
Don't smoke to my shit if what you blowing ain't stuff
Thumbs or better most dope with the rolling game
Off the tes watch her disappear wit no hands
Thinking she can get a cut from advice on these bands
Just shut up and make ya ass dance
Still in my duffel bitch it's endless
Fishing everyday new bait got the lines come'n quick
Print the label out for shipment
Postal service dick she love the pony express
F*cked and said her home girl got next
Bitches screaming sock it to me
Max pain Larry June lyric rocket on me
Detonating bombs tryna get the metro boomin
My son dwills going stoopid
Took a 1.5 to get this outta me
Now watch the playa hater
Try n copy strategies
We let em bite real ones don't believe in hype
Any smoke make sure it's on sight don't bring no gun to a fist fight
That's what pussies do sweet feet make them boys move
On defense
Hop off the sticks this a hit
Remix coming wit luh Jetski bitch shit
Jack Bart - Sauce (feat. 57 Ski) Lyrics
Jack Bart - Sauce (feat. 57 Ski) Lyrics
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Fresh off the plane
Move on to auto drive
Feel like Melo live 05
NBA he's on fire
Watch me get a couple mill just to retire
Skipping through the lane
Going Waka in the paint
Got damn Jack ya stank
Blowing dank ain't no bammer
Can't touch me MC Hammer
Danger bitch why you got wire hangers
Flexing on the gram and shit
Goofies ain't aloud
Blowing on that Oscar proud
Bitch I'm black and proud
Try me squad going Malice on ya palace
Threw a chair then hit the crowd
This dope got me hyped up
Don't smoke to my shit if what you blowing ain't stuff
Thumbs or better most dope with the rolling game
Off the tes watch her disappear wit no hands
Thinking she can get a cut from advice on these bands
Just shut up and make ya ass dance
Still in my duffel bitch it's endless
Fishing everyday new bait got the lines come'n quick
Print the label out for shipment
Postal service dick she love the pony express
F*cked and said her home girl got next
Bitches screaming sock it to me
Max pain Larry June lyric rocket on me
Detonating bombs tryna get the metro boomin
My son dwills going stoopid
Took a 1.5 to get this outta me
Now watch the playa hater
Try n copy strategies
We let em bite real ones don't believe in hype
Any smoke make sure it's on sight don't bring no gun to a fist fight
That's what pussies do sweet feet make them boys move
On defense
Hop off the sticks this a hit
Remix coming wit luh Jetski bitch shit
Move on to auto drive
Feel like Melo live 05
NBA he's on fire
Watch me get a couple mill just to retire
Skipping through the lane
Going Waka in the paint
Got damn Jack ya stank
Blowing dank ain't no bammer
Can't touch me MC Hammer
Danger bitch why you got wire hangers
Flexing on the gram and shit
Goofies ain't aloud
Blowing on that Oscar proud
Bitch I'm black and proud
Try me squad going Malice on ya palace
Threw a chair then hit the crowd
This dope got me hyped up
Don't smoke to my shit if what you blowing ain't stuff
Thumbs or better most dope with the rolling game
Off the tes watch her disappear wit no hands
Thinking she can get a cut from advice on these bands
Just shut up and make ya ass dance
Still in my duffel bitch it's endless
Fishing everyday new bait got the lines come'n quick
Print the label out for shipment
Postal service dick she love the pony express
F*cked and said her home girl got next
Bitches screaming sock it to me
Max pain Larry June lyric rocket on me
Detonating bombs tryna get the metro boomin
My son dwills going stoopid
Took a 1.5 to get this outta me
Now watch the playa hater
Try n copy strategies
We let em bite real ones don't believe in hype
Any smoke make sure it's on sight don't bring no gun to a fist fight
That's what pussies do sweet feet make them boys move
On defense
Hop off the sticks this a hit
Remix coming wit luh Jetski bitch shit
Writer: Keante Hopkins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid