Bugseed - Mild Sauce lyrics

Westside that's the wildest, police chases and races n***as is flaunting money for thots with ugly faces With that a** sitting right in those leggings on the block She want a n***a who a hitta he just wanna get some top Hot thots wanna gimmie some brain I'm pinky Slump her over as I light up my trees they stinky I got some shish too so what you wanna do Make up ya mind because I'm tryna get my cashew Now thats a nut Morris, chest to ya cli*oris k**in rappers send arrangements from ya local florist Spit sporadic getting bands I'm aristocratic Ball like the Final Four and you ain't even in the bracket Catch me out in traffic I'm bout that action jackson Float like a bu*terfly sting like an anglo saxon You barely pa**ing mediocre bag you up like kroger You do this sh** high lemmie see you write one sober I got that mild sauce flowing for you chicken dinners She left ya a** because she wanna kick it with a winner Its Mr. Put Ya Baby Mama In It in full affect So if you tryna tryna rhyme with me better come correct Leaders shirts camo pants and my Timbs are wheat The police jockin cuz a n***a looking kind of street The ladies jockin cuz they heard the kid Miami Heat Well I don't mean brag or toot my horn but beep beep Thats the sound of a money machine When counting all this green gets too much for a teen Been thumbing through it all day like pages of magazines I guess this how it f**ing feels to say you living a dream Been through hell on the streets of the windy city It took a while for n***as to say they was rocking with me I got some love now n***as waiting on me to gon and drop the LP Like damn, I preciate you waiting so patiently