A1L - Tarter Sause (feat. Kase)

My producers high
Remember days I ain't even have a dollar to my name
So I got to move smarter ya I got to grind harder
Everyone got watches and everyone got chains
I was never the father so I'm popping my collar
Big body size of two cars when I'm switching my lanes
I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter
Moving like a boss you ain't bout shit
Pull up in a Benz hold up let me change my outfit
Selling all that pack for the profit I ain't really had no option
Brewing up that potion sipping to much hold up caution
Caution wait
Why these niggas hate
Why these bitches want to date
And I just want to fuck they face
Leave me alone
Like Fivio said you already know the deal
Bitch shut up give me head
Leave the nut all up on the bed
And your boyfriend at home or work
Yeah that nigga gone be sad
And you heard what I said
When I'm spitting on the mic
All these bitches want to date me
All these niggas want to fight
All these bitches want to blow me
All these bitches get the pipe
All the niggas want to hold me
So these niggas get the pipe too
Got a freak bitch in the space coupe
Giving face got me swerving in and out of lanes on the interstate
Hopped up out the May
So I'm smoking till I levitate
I got to medicate
Put you on how you finna hate
Save that for a later day
If that money call I'm never late
On my grind everyday
Like I'm playing Skate
Pouring like it's minute maid
Smoking on that lemon haze
Crunch time
Whole life Frito Lays bitch
Remember days I ain't even have a dollar to my name
So I got to move smarter ya I got to grind harder
Everyone got watches and everyone got chains
I was never the father so I'm popping my collar
Big body size of two cars when I'm switching my lanes
I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter
Had to get that bag by any means
Before it's too late
Pack a three five wood
Yeah that's a eighth
Smoke it to the face
Making money moves all twenty twenty
I ain't fucking with no lames
Steady hopping on my wave
Can you stay in your own lane
No we not the same
I'm chasing checks
You chasing other things
I'm chasing so many zeros
Got me going insane
Pulled out my gadget lock
Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Red dot green beam
I don't know I'm just saying
Popped up at the party in a Benz
Had to make it rain
Left with a bitch and her friend
Skirted off in a Range
I'm all go
I'm never stopping for no red light
Smoke a blunt pop a Addy
We'll be fucking all night
I'm zooming down the ninety five
I'm smoking till I'm stupid high
I'm fucking on shorty
Even though I know she got a guy
He mad for no reason
Let's just put this jealousy aside
You want fades on sight silly Billy
Let this lock decide
All my brothers down to ride
All my homies down to slide
That's a different topic
Talk about it at a different time
Remember days I ain't even have a dollar to my name
So I got to move smarter ya I got to grind harder
Everyone got watches and everyone got chains
I was never the father so I'm popping my collar
Big body size of two cars when I'm switching my lanes
I got the sauce like buffalo and you niggas like tarter
And when my homie died I feel like I had grinded for two people
Nigga not me
You niggas is some hoes if I catch you in that lobby
I'm smoking shit like a cigar meet
Niggas hoes don't give a fuck
I pull off your bitches clothes
And leave her gone
I told that bitch call Uber or Lyft
I'm ain't taking you home
I'm not a ride I'm to legit
I'm to legit for that shit
And all these hoes wanna trick
I trick or treat for that bitch
And all my niggas legit
You got one strike
Nigga this ain't bowling in this bitch
I ain't fighting in this bitch
I ain't doing none of that
If you niggas want to fight
We can take it to the back
Of the Cadillac
Have your bitch screaming in that shit
Like ah jack you better let me out
Nigga hell nah

Written by:
Kase Fly, Amir Campbell

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