Malachi Hunter - Too Much Sauce Remix lyrics

[Verse: HV Gutter] Girl I got too much sauce, smoking dope I ain't even cough, run it run it Rollin hash all in a Raw f** n***a don't call my phone if Ain't bout money Put in hella time now the whole team run it, yeah Smoking on dope by the onion, yeah I'm hella drunk I'm like f** it no wait I'm hella drunk I might f** her Make love in this club b**h I feel like I'm Usher she think she Beyonce that Lemonade f** with her head I might f** her to bed I'ma s*ut for the head I'ma puff to the head all this weed that I rolled I can sleep when I'm dead she knew me For awhile she like me with dreads she know that I'm on top I just lean to edge, yeah this my life GFE till the next Yeah, wait, hey, stop, b**h I been puttin out tapes like Scotch, no Wait that's Too Much Sauce, rap n***as said I had too much dropped Now they tryna do the same but they can't catch up They ain't in our lane n***as can't can't catch us, no Anything I drop they know that it's hot, workin writin and I'm smokin on pot Wake up bake up and I'm all on her face like makeup makeup, they can try but them n***as Can't Fade Us, I'ma do my thang till I'm famous, young n***a puttin out bangers, aye Yeah, don't do the brown so I'm rolling up white Run outta papers I'll smoke out the pipe Said I was done but they lied, b**h I can't quit till I die I'll never die they gon keep me alive them lil hoes play my sh** in they ride You smoke one I'm rollin up 5, if I rolled it you know that it's fire All that I need is my weed and my light and you know that I'm lit for night Shout them hoes think about me at night I keep them in them in the dark they keep me in the light Yeah we gon f** when she see me on sight, then when I leave she wan see me on Skype Sorry lil ma I would rather get high, roll up that ganja them I'm in the sky They on my style, oh my god oh my god oh my God Leave V alone like Bari, I be gettin faded playin Carti I be gettin faded off Bacardi bringin d** to the party young n***a know I'm on it f** n***a show me my opponent, gettin head while a young n***a zonin In the bed with somebody shorty, yeah her head dumb That's short bus shorty, yeah, wait that's too much, young n***a got pack like school lunch, and I roll two joints not blunts, that's too much