Sauce Lyrics – Lil Uzi Vert feat. Playboi Carti

Sauce Lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert feat. Playboi Carti from Pink Tape album is a newly released English song produced by Brandon Finessin & Lukrative. The latest song Sauce lyrics are written by Lil Uzi Vert, Playboi Carti, Brandon Finessin & Lukrative. The song was published on 10th February 2023.

Sauce Song Details

Sauce Lyrics

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)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Beep), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my god
Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)

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 for?”
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, fuck the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a pack (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)
I kept it straight 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 Stance, yeah
Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes (Facts)
Why you think I am a target? Yeah
Smokin’ on gas, got no cartridge, uh
Talk to em, Bash Barti (Yeah, yeah)

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)

If my nigga say it’s up, then it’s up (Yeah, okay)
You know we don’t give no fuck (Okay, okay)
You know we keepin’ the cut (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)
Get in that bitch and I’m drivin’ it, yeah
None of my jewelry need light, yeah
All of this jewelry, it’s ice, yeah
I can tell that these niggas been bitin’
They gon’ take all my shit and hide it
Said I’m gon’ roll with that bitch like a lighter
I’m gon’ fuck on that bitch like I’m like
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 (Yeah, know what I’m sayin)
Off a pill and I feel like I’m flyin’ (Yeah) (Yeah, know what I’m sayin)
I’m so high, bitch, I feel like I’m dying
I got high and I fucked on a dyke (Yeah)
Fucked that thot 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 on 350, yeah, slidin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Poor connection, get it back eachtime (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
50k for just Chrome, lil’ bitch
Could’ve bought me a home, lil’ bitch (Okay, yeah)
You know I’m bringin’ the steel (Okay)
I got my pints out the mail (I got my pints out the mail)
Plus I got guns like a shield (Plus I got guns like a shield, okay)
Everything, yeah, Moncler (Yeah, yeah)
I’m too rich to be frail (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, I don’t know the flavor (Okay)
I got shit down, save it for later (What? Yeah)
I’ma stunt on all these bitches
Lame niggas, they always switching
My hoe, she swear she thick
These hoes, they know I’m different
These mans can’t stand where I sit
Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes
Don’t touch my palms, they itch
I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch

(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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