Sauce on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit I flex
I got the sauce the finesse
Bitch I got the sauce the finesse
Bust down on my wrist and my necklace
Diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
Bitch I got the
Sauce on my neck, Ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit I flex
Out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Okay so first of all you can
Call me mister Michael Jackson
The way I move I got these bitches
Wanting to f*cking act up
Don't get too close I'm not the one
I ain't got no heart get back some
And if yo nigga wanna jack
Then I'll show you who's bad son
Now moonwalk through the 6
Leaning smooth like a criminal
Double cup and a spliff
Drinking smoking with all my villains
My nigga E got the zip,
And the homie Quis stay with the clip,
Sliding like skiis with ya bitch,
I know she f*ck with the drip
I got the sauce the finesse
Bitch I got the sauce the finesse
Bust down on my wrist and my necklace
Diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
Bitch I got the
Frost on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Down in the finest diamond district
It's a lot of diamonds dancing
Bro and I came for the kit,
You know the piece on links is next
It's a lot of dimes out prancing
Lookin fine as you know what
I'd be lying if I sayin I'm not just
Out here for the flex
I'll be really lying if I say I'm not
Showing up for the check
Cause if it ain't about the money
Why the f*ck you ringing my jack
Bitch don't talk to me, if you ain't up
You holding me back
I ain't got time for that,
I'm too busy up securing the bag, man
Frost n my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step, I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Sauce on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip..
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Sauce on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit I flex
I got the sauce the finesse
Bitch I got the sauce the finesse
Bust down on my wrist and my necklace
Diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
Bitch I got the
Sauce on my neck, Ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit I flex
Out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Okay so first of all you can
Call me mister Michael Jackson
The way I move I got these bitches
Wanting to f*cking act up
Don't get too close I'm not the one
I ain't got no heart get back some
And if yo nigga wanna jack
Then I'll show you who's bad son
Now moonwalk through the 6
Leaning smooth like a criminal
Double cup and a spliff
Drinking smoking with all my villains
My nigga E got the zip,
And the homie Quis stay with the clip,
Sliding like skiis with ya bitch,
I know she f*ck with the drip
I got the sauce the finesse
Bitch I got the sauce the finesse
Bust down on my wrist and my necklace
Diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
Bitch I got the
Frost on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Down in the finest diamond district
It's a lot of diamonds dancing
Bro and I came for the kit,
You know the piece on links is next
It's a lot of dimes out prancing
Lookin fine as you know what
I'd be lying if I sayin I'm not just
Out here for the flex
I'll be really lying if I say I'm not
Showing up for the check
Cause if it ain't about the money
Why the f*ck you ringing my jack
Bitch don't talk to me, if you ain't up
You holding me back
I ain't got time for that,
I'm too busy up securing the bag, man
Frost n my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step, I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Sauce on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip..
When I step out on my boss shit I flex
I got the sauce the finesse
Bitch I got the sauce the finesse
Bust down on my wrist and my necklace
Diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
Bitch I got the
Sauce on my neck, Ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit I flex
Out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Okay so first of all you can
Call me mister Michael Jackson
The way I move I got these bitches
Wanting to f*cking act up
Don't get too close I'm not the one
I ain't got no heart get back some
And if yo nigga wanna jack
Then I'll show you who's bad son
Now moonwalk through the 6
Leaning smooth like a criminal
Double cup and a spliff
Drinking smoking with all my villains
My nigga E got the zip,
And the homie Quis stay with the clip,
Sliding like skiis with ya bitch,
I know she f*ck with the drip
I got the sauce the finesse
Bitch I got the sauce the finesse
Bust down on my wrist and my necklace
Diamonds on my wrist and my necklace
Bitch I got the
Frost on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Down in the finest diamond district
It's a lot of diamonds dancing
Bro and I came for the kit,
You know the piece on links is next
It's a lot of dimes out prancing
Lookin fine as you know what
I'd be lying if I sayin I'm not just
Out here for the flex
I'll be really lying if I say I'm not
Showing up for the check
Cause if it ain't about the money
Why the f*ck you ringing my jack
Bitch don't talk to me, if you ain't up
You holding me back
I ain't got time for that,
I'm too busy up securing the bag, man
Frost n my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip like who's next
Gotta look out for the snakes in the grass
When I step, I put my foot down
On these niggas neck way I flex
Sauce on my neck, ice on my wrist
When I step out on my boss shit
I flex out in my drip..
Writer: DeWight Mack
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