Young Egypt - Sauce (who's mans) lyrics

(BookieLamp) I run fast, think fast, spit fast quick as Bolt Runnin' and jumpin' these fences Messin' with me boy you senseless Don't think you know who you testin' Im with my squad yea we flexin' Now try and keep up with this sick sh** I spit Rhyme so fire yea we making these hits k**er flow cuz we know we be takin this b**h Unforgettable rhymes I made a cure for the itch Pullin' up on your mans like What's up with your girl Mike On that sh** that i don't like Flow so hot that you can't bite I'm too big for you to mess Best stay away from my address My rhymes make you stress They also be make your girl undress (Rizzle) I'm spitting and thinking Sipping and drinking Looking at yo b**h and she want to link in (skr) Called that LinkedIn Hey fam how you been? (wha?) sh** bout to get lit we bout to sin It's like these people tryna copy my style identical twin but all we do is win (win) Lurking in the water I got a shark fin Where's your mans at? We fighting like some hand oh hand combat (combat) Yo just look at my stats Smack you in the face with a brick bat Supreme box on my chest (supreme box) We up in Dubai and we blessed We oppress and her a** look so fine In that dress (woo) Girl give me the address and we can sort out the rest (skr) All these similes but you won't get it until you've been with me And we keep growing like a motherf**in trilogy Yea u feel ya u see? (yea you see) Just give me the Bentley key Ray ban shades with 20 20 vision (vision vision) Sit down with the master for a session Just so u know my discretion (IDK) I create it, till i make it Masarti vibes, quick brake it Sick flow i put the plague on it No way to explain it I shape it and case it Then finally escape it This the new wave motherf**er where you at Stepped on all of you, where the welcome mat Snakes and desert rats Stick to ur habitat She so freaky, she a female acrobat This a fight but not ur ordinary combat I dont give a f** where youve been Finish it and put it on the big screen All these thought and im still a teen b**h get off me, yes im really mean The lyrical flow on this is criminal Ill leave you critical and miserable Too fast for you im invisible Toss you around now ur mixable Im own god im biblical These stories u tell are fictional Hype on my feet like im an athlete Dont need more mans in here Cause your girl in the backseat She s** me so good can't walk no more like drake on degra**i Ya'll russell peters if u think u can pa** me Got all the keys, but i ain't khaled (Young Egypt) Obstacles b**h jump over them like a hurdle Faze up b**h call it skrt the f**ing turtle f**ed her so hard man that b**h is infertile Your b**h wetter than Squirtle MORS scope with the thermal Red dot, BRAP BRAP Boi you know I dont miss Cooking sauce with the wrist But I might f** up and miss Too much sauce on the wrist Nevermind I don't miss Check the gram check the fit Dressed up like a misfit b**h cla** is dismissed