Sauce Video (MV)

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I f*ck around (I f*ck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringing bags to the bank (uh)
Yeah, I really do that shit
And I'm rolling with the 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

Got the sauce like Heinz
Often time, seat up in my car's
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
My inbox always filled like my bottle of pills
Thank God for modern medicine, my doctor refills
However you feel, if you get to stepping 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
Underground's 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
Killing this shit is so easy

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I f*ck around (I f*ck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringing bags to the bank (uh)
Yeah, I really do that shit
And I'm rolling with the 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

I got the sauce like Motts
Jaws'll drop when I spit it
Written her off the top like a balding spot
I'm scalding hot
Jackass Johnny Knoxville
Still the real deal, I karate chop you
With the force in a major way, that just be my day to day
Pull up in the UFO, shoot you with a laser ray
Little bit of powder on the counter, that's a fade-away
Cuttin' lines like a Peaky Blinder with the razor blade
Gotta make a way, I play the whole keeps
Ridin' dirty in the Range and duckin' the police
Got a cold steez while I run these dope beats
Get my record spins like it got drunk and smoked weed
Yeah, they know it's Webby with the rolling paper double wide (yeah)
Wrapping up like I been learning how to mummify
So I wonder why they still asking who the f*ck am I
Here, let me summarize

I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I f*ck around (I f*ck around)
But y'all already knew that shit (yeah)
And I run the whole game, untamed
Bringing bags to the bank (uh)
Yeah, I really do that shit
And I'm rolling with the 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