Sauce Chris Webby

[Chorus]
I came to pass the blunt around (Blunt around)
I fuck around (I fuck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (Yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringin' bags to the bank (Uh)
Yeah I really do that shit
And I'm rollin' with the top–back (Top–back)
Run that track (Yeah)
With a bad little bitch with a butt that's fat (Woo)
And a pocket full of Adderall
I'm just here to have a ball
After all I got the sauce that y'all lack

[Verse 1]
Got the sauce like Heinz
Off in time, seat up in my cars
Reclined, I'm off, so don't fall behind
Check lost and found, I think I really lost my mind
Call my bluff? Shit, y'all can't even call my line (Naaa)
My inbox always filled like my bottle of pills
Thank God for modern medicinе my doctor refills
However you feel, if you gеt to steppin' for real
I'll pull up with my dogs and coupe, Cruella DeVille's
With the syllables I be villainous, brain limitless
Never follow rules, I rule the school syllabus
Undergrounds the land of which I am indigenous
And I grew up in a few methods of photosynthesis
Puttin' down roots in the game that go deeply
Carve out my own lane and flow freely
For W-E-B-B-Y believe me
Killin' this shit is so easy